The creation of a virtual image is a form of accident. This explains why virtual reality is a cosmic accident. It's the accident of the real.

The speed of light does not merely transform the world. It becomes the world. Globalization is the speed of light.

Science, which is not so attached to 'truth' as it once was, but more to immediate 'effectiveness', is now drifting towards a decline, it's civic fall from grace.

There are eyes everywhere. No blind spot left. What shall we dream of when everything becomes visible? We'll dream of being blind.

Digital messages and images matter less than their instantaneous delivery; the shock effect always wins out over the consideration of the informational content.

Speed now illuminates reality whereas light once gave objects of the world their shape.

The invention of the ship was also the invention of the shipwreck.

To regain our liberty (and our distance), we must slow the images down.

How can we live if there is no more here and everything is now?

Images contaminate us like viruses.

Today, everything is about speed and real time. We are no longer concerned with real space.

if you don't have any weird moments, you're weird

The trust of those in dark need is forgiving work.

I hoped that grief was similar to the other emotions. That it would end, the way happiness did. Or laughter.

Everything God does has purpose and intention behind that design. It is a master design, and every little thing has its proper place and function.

Carry on any enterprise as if all future success depended on it.

Ability is that sufficiency which cometh from God.

You don't really care about the trials of tomorrow, rather lay awake in a bed full of sorrow

Experience teaches us that thought does not express itself in words, but rather realizes itself in them

Footballers can be like artists when the mind and body are working as one. It is what Miles Davis does when he plays free jazz - everything pulls together into one intense moment that is beautiful.

One can always be kind to people about whom one cares nothing.