Technology makes the world a new place.

Awareness requires a rupture with the world we take for granted; then old categories of experience are called into question and revised.

Life is good when you live from your roots. Your values are a critical source of energy, enthusiasm, and direction. Work is meaningful and fun when it's an expression of your true core.

As information technology restructures the work situation, it abstracts thought from action.

The civilizing process has increased the distance between behavior and the impulse life of the animal body.

Activities that seem to represent choices are often inert reproductions of accepted practice.

Skilled workers historically have been ambivalent toward automation, knowing that the bodies it would augment or replace were theoccasion for both their pain and their power.

Learning has replaced control as the fundamental role of management.

Every century or so, fundamental changes in the nature of consumption create new demand patterns that existing enterprises can't meet.

Computerization brings about an essential change in the way the worker can know the world and, with it, a crisis of confidence inthe possibility of certain knowledge.

...ordinary experience has to be made extraordinary in order to become accessible to reflection.

Wow, ” she said. “Do you realise how wonderful you sound?”“Yes, I do, ” he said with a firm nod. “And I think I’m underappreciated.

Don’t look for trouble, because troubles look for being found by those who look for them!

Hisotry has shown again and again that a small group of highly determined people can achieve impossible things

A house with old furniture has no need of ghosts to be haunted.

I think of Steely Dan as being of its time, and it may be inseparable from its time.

Meidtation and selfless giving must always go together. They work together to create immortality.

The best quick tip in golf is to focus on your rhythm and balance.

Fiction, on the other hand, is like swamp fire.

I've always listened to music, since I was really, really young.

My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief, Are mine alone!