The future is already here – it's just not evenly distri

Time moves in one direction, memory in another.

And, for an instant, she stared directly into those soft blue eyes and knew, with an instinctive mammalian certainty, that the exceedingly rich were no longer even remotely human.

Generation X is dead. It has come to mean anyone aged 13 to 55 years old.

I took Punk to be the detonation of some slow-fused projectile buried deep in society's flank a decade earlier, and I took it to be, somehow, a sign.

The future has already arrived. It's just not evenly distributed yet.

I think that technologies are morally neutral until we apply them. It's only when we use them for good or for evil that they become good or evil.

When you want to know how things really work, study them when they're coming apart.

Language is to the mind more than light is to the eye.

People who feel safer with a gun than with guaranteed medical insurance don't yet have a fully adult concept of scary.

We are that strange species that constructs artifacts intended to counter the natural flow of forgetting.

You all watched a sketch about feminism and you didn't even know it because of all the jokes. It's like when Jessica Seinfeld puts spinach in kids' brownies. Suckers!

Why do more than 40 percent of Americans think that the Universe began after the domestication of the dog?

You've got no chance of reaching the top if you're just playing for money.

I think the thing that I've learned is that really great people, they actually want to work on hard problems.

I would have assumed you understood, despite our vague suggestions otherwise, we do not welcome constructive criticism.

If they invent a four legged chicken," Will said, "Horace will think he's gone to Heaven.

I really like Roland Moret, Alexander McQueen and Marios Schwab, a young British designer.

There is no cultivation of patience when your pattern is to just try to seek harmony and smooth everything out. Patience implies willingness to be alive rather than trying to seek harmony.

If we think of our brains as a map, those early roads are like grooves, tram tracks, easy to fall into.

As long as there are postmen, life will have zest.