[T]hose who willed the means and wished the ends are not absolved from guilt by the refusal of reality to match their schemes.

I have survived. I am here. Confused, screwed up, but here. So, how can I find my way? Is there a chain saw of the soul, an ax I can take to my memories or fears?

The art of art, the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of letters, is simplicity.

Work like hell, tell everyone everything you know, close a deal with a handshake, and have fun.

Your mind is your belief hotspot -the center where the issues of life emanate from.

I started out as an artist, and I continue to think of myself as an artist first, and a technologist and entrepreneur after that.

Students who don't want to get anywhere are sure to get somewhere.

Exactitude is not truth. [Fr., L'exactitude n'est pas la verite.]

The great writers just kept bringing them out. They didn't care if they repeated themselves.

I don't pretend to be perfect. I want people to see me as I am.

In a world of scarce resources, globalization without new technology is unsustainable.