Today, everything is about speed and real time. We are no longer concerned with real space.

The speed of light does not merely transform the world. It becomes the world. Globalization is the speed of light.

Science, which is not so attached to 'truth' as it once was, but more to immediate 'effectiveness', is now drifting towards a decline, it's civic fall from grace.

There are eyes everywhere. No blind spot left. What shall we dream of when everything becomes visible? We'll dream of being blind.

Digital messages and images matter less than their instantaneous delivery; the shock effect always wins out over the consideration of the informational content.

Speed now illuminates reality whereas light once gave objects of the world their shape.

The invention of the ship was also the invention of the shipwreck.

To regain our liberty (and our distance), we must slow the images down.

How can we live if there is no more here and everything is now?

Images contaminate us like viruses.

Virtuality will destroy reality.

As someone very sagely said during the parricide trials of the Menendez Brothers: anytime your kids kill you, you are at least partly to blame.

A dull speech which is full of truths is much more brilliant than an eloquent speech which is full of lies!

Today whenever women gather together it is not necessarily nurturing. It is coalition building. And if you feel the strain, you may be doing some good work.

'Help me,' Allison says, but she is soft-spoken, and everyone she loves is so far away.

Truth, like the burgeoning of a bulb under the soil, however deeply sown, will make its way to the light.

Your legs are not giving out. Your head is giving out. Keep going.

What good your beautiful proof on the transcendence of Pi: Why investigate such problems, given that irrational numbers do not even exist?

The currents rage so deep upon us, this is the age of video violence.

Give lab rats oxytocin and, according to that meme, they get better at talking about their feelings and sing like Joan Baez.

So part of what being psychedelic means, I think, is relentlessly living with unanswered questions.