Stock prices turn people's heads. When prices are high, we treat a company like gods, and if they drop, we treat them as fools.

The value of a social network is defined not only by who's on it, but by who's excluded.

Before the iPhone, cyberspace was something you went to your desk to visit. Now cyberspace is something you carry in your pocket.

The goal of forecasting is not to predict the future but to tell you what you need to know to take meaningful action in the present

Never mistake a clear view for a short distance.

Microsoft is a big intellectual roach motel. All the big minds go in, and they don't come out.

Each time you toss out a 'singing' greeting card, you are disposing of more computing power than existed in the entire world before 1950.

The future belongs to neither the conduit or content players, but those who control the filtering, searching and sense-making tools we will rely on to navigate through the expanses of cyberspace.

Graphic designers are idea embalmers, loving undertakers preserving bits of data like to many butterflies pinned to felt in a jewel box.

I worry about a society that can remember everything.

We tend to use a new technology to do an old task more efficiently. We pave the cow paths.

Some things are private. Some things needed to be said, even when the person who needed to hear them couldn’t hear anything. Ever again.

Priceless things matter not for their value, but because they offer us an enduring reminder of stability and permanence.

Look round the habitable world, how few Know their own good, or, knowing it, pursue!

I listed to Tchaikovsky. He is both kitsch and profound. I love that lack of "Good taste."

People help each other through a crisis by each supposing that the other can handle it better than he himself can.

Yes, it seems that as the President (George W. Bush) comes to the end of his two terms, he's finally realized the best way to get things done for you, is for you to do it.

The deepest feelings always show itself in silence.

Four!" I call out. Why am I calling a number? Oh yes. Because that's his name. — Tris.

No punishment is so terrible as prosperous guilt.