The rythms of typing favour short, concise sentences, sentences with oral form.

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.

When our gospel promotes too much miracles, we are telling people that it is normal for them to expect something from nothing.

Most of you Mistborn are probably too proud to crawl. I'm surprised you were willing to do so your

I remember adolescence, the years of having the impulse control of a mousetrap, of being as private as a safe-deposit box.

The best time to expand is when people are asleep at the wheel.

No touching... Cashmere is highly sensitive to the oil in poor people's fingers.

When I was a kid growing up in New York, I was pretty unaware of racism. I think when we're young - before we lose our innocence - we're sort of unaware of the more flawed qualities of each other.

I think with challenge comes a little more fun.

I don't want to just entertain people. I want to touch them.

I have precious little sympathy for the selfish propriety of civilized man, and if aware of races should occur between the wild beasts and Lord Man, I would be tempted to sympathise with the bears.

The diseases of the mind are more and more destructive than those of the body. [Lat., Morbi perniciores pluresque animi quam corporis.]