I've always had a bad attention span.

If technology is a drug – and it does feel like a drug – then what, precisely, are the side-effects?

The biggest teenage taboo is being strait-laced. It's easy to tell a researcher you went to a house party that turned into an orgy. It's less easy to say you like eating toast and watching QI.

My theory is that we used to have several personalities, and now we're encouraged to have one online.

Man the lifeboats. The idiots are winning.

That's not something that we've gone in thinking 'Right! How are we going to examine that now?' It's just when you take a step back you see that they're actually all sort of in that mode.

Whenever anything nice happens in the world I always expect something appalling to happen immediately afterwards.

I'm actually quite pro-technology, but I'm a worrier, so I like to envision worst-case scenarios.

Technology by default became the thing that was a new thing that had swept in and was altering it everything.

The iPad falls between two stools - not quite a laptop, not quite a smartphone. In other words, it's the spork of the electronic consumer goods world.

In summary, our world is doomed.

Thou wouldst make a good monarch of a desert

When you're in a train and it breaks down, well, there you is. But when you're in a plane and it breaks down, there you AIN'T.

A man is fortunate if he encounters living examples of vice as well as of virtue to inspire him.

Life is a hospital in which every patient is possessed by the desire of changing his bed. One would prefer to suffer near the fire and another is certain he would get well if he were by the window.

Every decision that Donald Trump makes is going to impact his bottom line of some business that he owns all over the world. So it remains a huge issue.

There are very complicated issues here [about NATO], and I don't want to give them short shrift.

Maybe it is desperation. Maybe we can't let things fall apart without trying. We can't let go of the people we love.

Be an artist at whatever you do. Even if you are a street sweeper, be the Michelangelo of street sweepers.

In Harlem, black was white. You had rights that could not be denied you; you had privileges, protected by law. And you had money. Everybody in Harlem had money. It was a land of plenty.

A man loved by a beautiful woman will always get out of trouble.