The movie, by sheer speeding up of the mechanical, carried us from the world of sequence and connections into the world of creative configurations and structure.

World War III is a guerrilla information war with no division between military and civilian participation.

There are no passengers on spaceship earth. We are all crew.

As technology advances, it reverses the characteristics of every situation again and again. The age of automation is going to be the age of 'do it yourself.'

Obsolescence never meant the end of anything, it's just the beginning.

Publication is a self-invasion of privacy.

Madison Avenue is a very powerful aggression against private consciousness. A demand that you yield your private consciousness to public manipulation.

The modern Little Red Riding Hood, reared on singing commercials, has no objection to being eaten by the wolf.

The computer is the most extraordinary of man's technological clothing; it's an extension of our central nervous system. Beside it, the wheel is a mere hula-hoop.

We look at the present through a rear view mirror. We march backwards into the future.

In an age of multiple and massive innovations, obsolescence becomes the major obsession.

I focused, rather embarrassingly, on his chest which was rising and falling slowly. I left teeth marks!

It is not because of setbacks that most entrepreneurs do not reach the finishing line, but because of a lack of willpower and motivation.

Ask very pointed questions. Sharp as sword blades, or laser blasts, if you catch my meaning.

Literacy: Blessing? Or curse?

The food we ate was Indian, and both my mother and father were very deep into the ancient philosophy of India, so it could well have been an Indian household.

The difference between regulated architects and unregulated designers is, unlike buildings, letterheads don't fall down and kill people.

Some people probably think of the Resurrection as a desperate last moment expedient to save the Hero from a situation which had got out of the Author's control.

See yourself and others through the eyes of an angel and you will see a beautiful world that is light, bright, and hopeful.

Our art is a way of being dazzled by truth: the light on the grotesquely grimacing retreating face is true, and nothing else.

Subtle impressions for which words are quite too coarse a medium.