All of the good stuff is going to be done in the future. The stuff we are doing now is crummy compared with what will finally mature.

After two weeks of working on a project, you know whether it will work or not.

I started on an Apple II, which I had bought at the very end of 1978 for half of my annual income. I made $4,500 a year, and I spent half of it on the computer.

To be honest, I look at my Pinball program and feel that it is old stuff. I could do much better.

You will be able to program a robot to follow a track on the ground and manipulate a hand. You can also write little programs that will give the robots goals.

The power of the computer is starting to spread.

On the robot kit, I can choose very boring parts or I can choose exciting and interesting parts. That is a reflection of my personality and the kinds of things I am interested in.

A quiet personality sure isn't what you need to attract attention.

I think a craft becomes an art form when the space of possible solutions becomes so huge that engineering can't carry you through.

I can do whatever I want. They will tell me if what I am doing is stupid or a total waste of time. I may tell them that they are wrong, and we will come to an agreement.

Any artist always has misgivings about calling himself an artist.

Cultivate clarity, strength, vitality and power from natural, beautiful and organic living foods.

In the land of the blind, a one eyed man is king

While we may not be able to control all that happens to us, we can control what happens inside us.

As the saying goes: "If you're not part of the solution, you're a newspaper columnist."

The composition of a single melody is born out of a bit of text, perhaps the first line, but it can also be the entire strophe; it can even be the poem's overall form.

Far more critical than what we know or what we don't know is what we don't want to know.

To be consistent in achieving inner peace, we must perceive a world where everyone is innocent.

My egotistical concern was less that I would fail to relate to my classmates than that they would know nothing of my uniquely tortured life's course and, thus, me.

Try writing...a list, a letter, a journal, a novel, a declaration.

I didn't know who my daddy was until I was 10 or 12. Surprising as it may seem, he was living right across the street.