It inspired all sorts of whims and fancies that I ultimately wove into a fairy tale complete with muse, the earth, the moon, some famous inventors, a dog and a rabbit.

If we listen human instinct actually tells us what we need, but advertising makes us want things we don't need and things we can't have.

You see, my ambition was not to confound the engineering world but simply to create a beautiful piece of art.

He was so tenacious he defied the distraction of women by refusing to have them in his presence, just as later in life he denied his blindness by calling for more and more candles.

The engine of ancient society was religion but the engine of contemporary society, as I see it, is advertising.

If you look closely you can see that they are all interconnected, symbolic of a never-ending circle in which it is simply impossible for the dog to catch the rabbit.

The chariot was purchased by a private collector who took it home to New York. I take pleasure in knowing that it was built to last for at least a thousand years.

In the fairy tale the painting represents the here and now. The book is actually divided into five sections, through which the key character, the muse, leads us.

The dog and the rabbit are telling us not to chase unattainable material goals.

Having designed and built several clocks during my career it suddenly occurred to me that when you look at the face of a clock both hands have the same center.

I started by looking at what others had done before me. You see, over the years there have been attempts by many different people to reconstruct the chariot.

If it is to be It is up to me.

Censorship reflects a society's lack of confidence in itself.

I might be stupid to think love is love, but I do.

Just because you're beautiful, they think you can't act.... I've got a lot more to prove.

I'm a happy-go-lucky guy.

Go is no Erlang, Smalltalk or Scheme, nothing pure. But it works great and is fun!

I have no ambitions to be a cabinet minister, or prime minister. I wouldn't wish being prime minister on my worst enemy.

Sorry, Ms. Terwilliger. I'm flattered that you think I'm such an upstanding person, but I'm already caught up in one epic battle of good versus evil. I don't need another.

Poetry's medium is not merely light as air, it is air: vital and deep as ordinary breath.

Whether it's making a film or raising my children, personally I'm striving to do the right things and to learn.