If the brutal facts are not faced by leaders, the brutal reality sets in.

Success breeds complacency. Complacency breeds failure. Only the paranoid survive.

There is at least one point in the history of any company when you have to change dramatically to rise to the next level of performance. Miss that moment - and you start to decline.

Leaders have to act more quickly today. The pressure comes much faster.

A corporation is a living organism; it has to continue to shed its skin. Methods have to change. Focus has to change. Values have to change. The sum total of those changes is transformation.

How well we communicate is determined not by how well we say things but how well we are understood.

You have to understand what it is that you are better at than anybody else and mercilessly focus your efforts on it.

Bad companies are destroyed by crisis, Good companies survive them, Great companies are improved by them.

Just as we could have rode into the sunset, along came the Internet, and it tripled the significance of the PC.

The worse the news, the more effort should go into communicating it.

Technology will always win. You can delay technology by legal interference, but technology will flow around legal barriers.

Our ability to adapt is amazing. Our ability to change isn't quite as spectacular.

Do your thoughts continue and repeat a cycle Seed, growth, bloom, and seed again

Confederation is only yet in the gristle and it will require five years more before it hardens into bone.

Trying to constantly get yourself into movies is extremely stressful and sometimes just impossible.

But I think the real tension lies in the relationship between what you might call the pursuer and his quarry, whether it's the writer or the spy.

It'sthe fate of most Ping-Pong tables in home basements eventually to serve the ends of other, more desperate games.

I have never understood the Iowa caucus.

If someone is very upper-class, you have a stereotype of him which is probably true. If someone has a working-class accent, you have no idea who you're talking to.

Set in this stormy Northern sea, Queen of these restless fields of tide, England! what shall men say of thee, Before whose feet the worlds divide?

All too often, we spend our days waiting for the ideal path to appear in front of us. We forget that paths are made by walking, not waiting.