That which the truth nourishes should thrive.

Moore's Law of Mad Science: Every eighteen months, the minimum IQ necessary to destroy the world drops by one point.

You are personally responsible for becoming more ethical than the society you grew up in.

Many have stood their ground and faced the darkness when it comes for them. Fewer come for the darkness and force it to face them.

By far the greatest danger of Artificial Intelligence is that people conclude too early that they understand it.

Trying and getting hurt can't possibly be worse for you than being... stuck.

To worship a sacred mystery was just to worship your own ignorance.

The AI does not hate you, nor does it love you, but you are made out of atoms which it can use for something else.

When you are older, you will learn that the first and foremost thing which any ordinary person does is nothing.

The people I know who seem to make unusual efforts at rationality, are unusually honest, or, failing that, at least have unusually bad social skills.

Intelligence is the source of technology. If we can use technology to improve intelligence, that closes the loop and potentially creates a positive feedback cycle.

If losing is mostly all you know, then it's obvious you haven't been thinking, acting, working, persisting, persevering, and walking like winners do.

We're born to be happy, all of us.

The way to elegancy of style is to employ your pen upon every errand; and the more trivial and dry it is, the more brains must be allowed for sauce.

Dark sides are important. They should be nurtured like nasty black orchids.

Deconstruction never had meaning or interest, at least in my eyes, than as a radicalization, that is to say, also within the tradition of a certain Marxism, in a certain spirit of Marxism.

So often I heard people paying blind obeisance to change - as though it had some virtue of its own. Change or we will die. Change or we will stagnate. Evergreens don't stagnate.

India is one vast prison with high walls of suppression clothing her mind and her body.

By then I was in Brooklyn and drank my way through that summer. I stopped when I got sick of that and got a job at the Strand bookstore, which was a little better than the tax job.

As a novelist, I ask of myself only that I tell the truth and that I tell it beautifully.

To rise from error to truth is rare and beautiful.