In five years I don't think there'll be a reason to have a tablet anymore.

One of the misconceptions about BlackBerry is that it's your parents' smartphone.

In a maturing market it's not advisable to be always everybody's darling, because you get too thin.

A good browser, apps, good camera, and fast networking in your smartphone is just expected today.

In five years I don't think there'll be a reason to have a tablet anymore. Maybe a big screen in your workspace, but not a tablet as such. Tablets themselves are not a good business model.

You have to respect all your competitors.

Future is mobile computing - smartphones and tablets are just elements of it. The industry is on the verge of a whole new paradigm.

When you say we're bringing a product to market, you make sure you execute.

Now if you go exactly where your competitors are, you're dead.

The user interface on the iPhone, with all due respect for what this invention was all about is now five years old.

At the very core of RIM is the innovation. We always think ahead. We always think forward. We sometimes think the unthinkable. And that is fantastic.

You are small. Your foe is big. But your God is bigger still.

I still kind of believe this absurd line that if you have to write it down, it's not worth remembering.

I'm kind of a chatty person and the props guys would have to handcuff me and tie me up and sometimes I'd just be chatting and they'd just pop it back in... like: "OK now, shut up!"

I just stood there staring, because while I've seen a lot of weird things, I hadn't ever seen that.

Dying ain't important. Everyone does that. What's important is how well you do your living.

it is not wise to keep the fire going under a slander unless you can get some large advantage out of keeping it alive. Few slanders can stand the wear of silence.

The Australian temper is at bottom grim. It is as though the sun has dried up his nature.

Every generation always thinks it was better before, and I think people have been saying this for probably thousands of years.

on the instant clamorous eaves, A climbing moon upon an empty sky, And all that lamentation of the leaves, Could but compose man's image and his cry.

That would have been a nice place, inside an idea, but it wasn't a place to live. It was necessary to live where the idea and the fact collided.