A thinking partner who isn't an echo chamber... How many of us dare to have such collaborators?

If you have never failed at anything, then you haven't been trying hard enough, aren't very imaginative, or have had such extraordinarily good luck that you have come to believe you are invincible.

For good ideas and true innovation, you need human interaction, conflict, argument, debate.

Companies don't have ideas. Only people do. And what motivates people are the bonds of loyalty and trust they develop around each other.

I don't think you ever know anyone until you see them in action.

A fantastic model of collaboration: thinking partners who aren't echo chambers.

Bosses and leaders everywhere should cherish the people who bring them bad news, disappointing data or hard problems.

Huge open source organizations like Red Hat and Mozilla manage the collaboration of hundreds of people who don't know one another and have spent no time hanging around the water cooler.

As long as they are well-intentioned, mistakes are not a matter for shame but for learning

Openness isn't the end. It's the beginning.

The cell phone has become the adult's transitional object, replacing the toddler's teddy bear for comfort and a sense of belonging.

Human evolution has two steps - from being somebody to being nobody

Grace runs downhill and now all his time is being redeemed.

We who lose our footing have lost our way.

Ridicule can do much, for instance embitter the existence of young talents.

I have a belief: What belongs to you, comes to you.

There's something so glorious in giving control to the world. I think that's what I'm trying to do in my films-control the world but also let it be chaotic, let there be life.

The German mind, may it live! Almost invisible as a mind, it finally manifests itself assertively as a conviction.

I never approved of talkies. Silent movies were well on their way to developing an entirely new art form. It was not just pantomine, but something wonderfully expressive.

The family is in flux, and signs of trouble are widespread. Expectations remain high. But realities are disturbing.

I get a lot of letters - a lot of letters saying, who knew that you were funny?