One good test of whether an economy is humanistic or not is the plausibility of earning the ability to drop out of it for a while without incident or insult.

Services like Google and Facebook only exist because of the social acceptance of a mass amount of distributed volunteer labor from tons and tons of people.

A real friendship ought to introduce each person to unexpected weirdness in the other.

It is impossible to work in information technology without also engaging in social engineering.

Books are really, really hard to write. They represent a kind of a summit of grappling with what one really has to say

An economy where advertisers thrive while journalists and artists struggle, reflects the values of a society more interested in deception and manipulation than in truth and beauty

Create a website that expresses something about who you are that won't fit into the template available to you on a social networking site.

We already knew that kids learned computer technology more easily than adults, It is as if children were waiting all these centuries for someone to invent their native language.

I think seeking perfection in human affairs is a perfect way to destroy them.

Humans change themselves through technology.

Mobs and dictators were made for each other, and when mobs appear, dictators will soon flourish.

All your life you're yellow. Then one day you brush up against something blue, the barest touch, and voila, the rest of your life you're green.

One always talks of surrendering to nature. There is also such a thing as surrendering to the picture.

I have a distinct memory, dating back to 1989 or so, of sitting around with my college dorm mates talking about a new term that was popping up everywhere: 'political correctness.'

I'm not a ball in a pinball machine. I know what I want.

If men can quilt and take over the kitchen, then women can pick up a wrench and fix a leaky pipe.

Engraving then, is, in brief terms, the Art of Scratch.

Home for me is wherever my wife and kid are.

Reality is hard. It is no walk in the park, this thing called life.

Nothing is so high and above all danger that is not below and in the power of God. [Lat., Nihil ita sublime est, supraque pericula tendit Non sit ut inferius suppositumque deo.]

The theatre is the involuntary reflex of the ideas of the crowd.