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.

The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead station.

. . . the humblest, and at the same time most balanced and capacious, praised most, while the crank, misfits and malcontents praised least.

When artists give form to revelation, their art can advance, deepen and potentially transform the consciousness of their community.

I enjoy getting people angry and getting underneath their skin, especially people who don't think.

My life is perfectly happy and giggly and I'm perfectly grateful every day; if there are problems to have, the ones I have are the ones to have; I'm lucky.

When I'm standing at the Pearly Gates, I want to say to God, 'Don't look at the records. Look at my family. I'm much prouder about that part.'

Of course I wanted children. Bright, gorgeous, loving children. I could almost see them.

In general, we mean by any concept nothing more than a set of operations; the concept is synonymous with the corresponding set of operations.

I've got this brilliant thing where I go, 'I'm Robbie Williams', and people are interested in what I want to say - which is amazing because I'm just an idiot from Stoke-on-Trent.

I paid too much for it, but it's worth it.

April is the cruellest month.