It seemed at momemts, When I sat alone in the dark stateroom, that the sky had come down to meet the sea and some great secert was to be revealed.

Don't be a fool for the Devil, darling.

And I realized that I’d tolerated him this long because of self-doubt.

The only power that exists is inside ourselves.

The world changes, we do not, therein lies the irony that kills us.

Let the flesh instruct the mind.

I was a newborn vampire, weeping at the beauty of the night.

It was as if when I looked into his eyes I was standing alone on the edge of the world...on a windswept ocean beach. There was nothing but the soft roar of the waves.

As if the night had said to me, ‘You are the night and the night alone understands you and enfolds you in its arms’ One with the shadows. Without nightmare. An inexplicable peace.

How pathetic it is to describe these things which can't truly be described.

And he would listen, making only a few comments, always sympathetic, so that when I left him I had the distinct impression he had solved everything for me.

Nobel prize-calibre geniuses often have certain core autistic features at their heart.

You will be able to program a robot to follow a track on the ground and manipulate a hand. You can also write little programs that will give the robots goals.

Truth is a jewel which should not be painted over; but it may be set to advantage and shown in a good light.

But this was a moral question, and the answer to it may not have been legally relevant.

This virtual reality stuff is the technological equivalent, really, of psychedelics.

God, I'm just a fat bald guy, 60 years old, singing the blues, you know?

Never was I power thirsty, or trying to control everyone. I believed in educating everyone, so they could all get to the position I was at.

Running gives freedom. When you run you can determine your own tempo. You can choose your own course and think whatever you want. Nobody tells you what to do.

I know that in order for something to work for me it has to be extremely powerful.

But who is innocent? By grace divine, Not otherwise,O Nature! we are thine.