Information. What's wrong with dope and women? Is it any wonder the world's gone insane, with information come to be the only real medium of exchange?

If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don't have to worry about answers.

Time is never wasted if you remember to bring along something to read.

Why should things be easy to understand?

Every weirdo in the world is on my wavelength.

Murphy's Law, that brash proletarian restatement of Godel's Theorem.

Let the peace of this day be here tomorrow when I wake up.

A screaming comes across the sky.

The Lord's angel, Gebrail, dictated the Koran to Mohammed the Lord's Prophet. What a joke if all that holy book were only twenty-three years of listening to the desert. A desert which has no voice.

It all comes down, as it must, to the desires of individual men. Oh, and women too of course, bless their empty little heads.

Someday it'll all be done by machine. Information machines.

Oh, I'm good. Seriously, after all these years, you'd think I would stop amazing myself. But here I am, still doing it.

Servants must be big people. Big enough to go on, remembering the right and forgetting the wrong.

To have a very strong opinion all the time is corrosive to a person's intellect. It becomes your default position.

JavaScript is the only language that I'm aware of that people feel they don't need to learn before they start using it.

If you are doing things the same way as two years ago, you are almost certainly doing them wrong.

Grandmother belongs to the generation of women who were satisfied to have men retain their vices, if they removed their hats.

I have been spending the better part of my professional life trying to create self-driving cars. At Google, I am working with a world-class team of engineers to turn science fiction into reality.

The same wind is blowing, and yet one of us may be cold and the other not.

Well, I'm a tape-recording nut. I like to play my tapes.

So much technology, so little talent.