The disconnect I was experiencing was that people hated Wall Street, but they loved tech.

We can't just throw something out there and assume it works just because it has math in it.

There's less of a connection for a lot of people between the technical decisions we make and the ethical ramifications we are responsible for.

People are starting to be very skeptical of the Facebook algorithm and all kinds of data surveillance.

I think what's happened is that the general public has become much more aware of the destructive power of Wall Street.

When people are not given an option by some secret scoring system, it's very hard to complain, so they often don't even know that they've been victimized.

I would argue that one of the major problems with our blind trust in algorithms is that we can propagate discriminatory patterns without acknowledging any kind of intent.

Every system using data separates humanity into winners and losers.

The most important goal I had in mind was to convince people to stop blindly trusting algorithms and assuming that they are inherently fair and objective.

I know how models are built, because I build them myself, so I know that I'm embedding my values into every single algorithm I create and I am projecting my agenda onto those algorithms.

For whatever reason, I have never separated the technical from the ethical.

She could not leave him hanging like this. “If you were hurt, I need to know.” It was a rule somewhere, in the good-guy handbook.

I have learned all kinds of things from my many mistakes. The one thing I never learn is to stop making them.

When you represent a club it's about values and qualities, not about passports.

Your customer is not your user

I was teaching magic at NYU when I was 16.

Being weak is a choice, so is being strong.

The impulse to share the lives of the poor, the desire to make social service, irrespective of propaganda, express the spirit of Christ, is as old as Christianity itself.

Men are just as willing as women to marry up, and life is now giving them the opportunity to do so. So, women, own up to your accomplishments, buy him a drink, and tell him what you really do.

The eyes of mortal men, threaten you with doom They regret to see you, set, but it is time, for the moon

I didn't grow up with a mother, so I don't have that resource to rely on and ask a million questions.