I hate to use that term [iPad Killer] since the iPad is probably dead anyway.

The Macintosh uses an experimental pointing device called a 'mouse.' There is no evidence that people want to use these things.

In all large corporations, there is a pervasive fear that someone, somewhere is having fun with a computer on company time. Networks help alleviate that fear.

When I hit Ctrl-Alt-Delete, I see that the System Idle Process is hogging all the resources and chewing up 95 percent of the processor's cycles. Doing what? Doing nothing?

The right to be a journalist is part of the Bill of Rights.

Intelligence is like good taste. If you don't have it, you don't miss it.

Make a faster machine and people will flock to inefficient software.

If time means nothing to you, then surf the Web.

If Apple has a flaw, it's the inability of the company to crush competition using the kind of aggressive tactics that companies like Microsoft and Intel have always applied.

Nobody can deny that Apple is fashionable, and most iPhone users buy the newest so they can be fashionable. To do this right, Apple needs a new phone every quarter.

As for my prediction that this phone would be a bad idea for Apple to pursue, anything can still happen. Time is a cruel mistress.

These hoes ain't loyal

The locus of the human mystery is perception of this world. From it proceeds every thought, every art.

Create a world, your world. Alone. Stand alone. And then love will come to you, then it comes to you.

Leading a big company means never allowing a company to take itself too seriously.

A people armed and free, forms a barrier against the enterprises of ambition and is a bulwark for the nation against foreign invasion and domestic oppression.

I wonder what fool it was that first invented kissing.

Every memorial in its time has a different goal.

Trump has officially changed his name to Ronald because he's such a clown, and in sympathy his toupée is changing its name to Bozo.

Our need is so desperate an idea, a thing, a law can't help us. It took one thing, the gift of gifts, God in the flesh, to rescue us.

Ten masts make not the altitude Which thou hast perpendicularly fell. Thy life's a miracle.