Nowadays, the tragedy of war is mediated through technology. It is no longer mediated through a human being with moral responsibilities.

The speed of light does not merely transform the world. It becomes the world. Globalization is the speed of light.

Science, which is not so attached to 'truth' as it once was, but more to immediate 'effectiveness', is now drifting towards a decline, it's civic fall from grace.

There are eyes everywhere. No blind spot left. What shall we dream of when everything becomes visible? We'll dream of being blind.

Digital messages and images matter less than their instantaneous delivery; the shock effect always wins out over the consideration of the informational content.

Speed now illuminates reality whereas light once gave objects of the world their shape.

The invention of the ship was also the invention of the shipwreck.

To regain our liberty (and our distance), we must slow the images down.

How can we live if there is no more here and everything is now?

Images contaminate us like viruses.

Today, everything is about speed and real time. We are no longer concerned with real space.

I beseech thee, O Lord, let me have understanding: For it was not my mind to be curious of the high things, but of such as pass by us daily.

Honor is the presence of God in man.

The ground is my ocean, I’m the shark, and most people don’t even know how to swim.

We have looked into the future and the future is ours.

Freethought is respectable. Freethought is crucial. Freethought needs to be publicized.

I didn't start working on children's books until I got a job at a book warehouse on the children's floor. When I started reading some of the books, I was so impressed.

Every club has three types: fans, parasites and people who work their bollocks off, even ladies.

As a reader myself, which precedes my being a writer, of course, I read in order to enter another world.

I want to go out at the top, but the secret is knowing when you're at the top, it's so difficult in this business, your career fluctuates all the time, up and down, like a pair of trousers.

Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.