I'm a great coder. But I am not pushing that so much anymore because there are thousands of great coders.

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.

Pessimism leads to weakness, optimism to power.

Injustice towards others is a threat to everybody

I was molded, spent my time underneath a lot of goo. And then the bits and pieces were sculpted. It took probably 10 days to create each character after all those camera tests.

Every life, every love, every action and feeling and thought has its reason and significance: its beginning, and the part it plays in the end. Sometimes, we do see.

There is nothing more frightful than for a teacher to know only what his scholars are intended to know.

I don't think for this generation, but for my generation and my father's generation, men had difficulty in accessing emotion and then being able to talk about it.

Enjoy life - you only get one.

We were romantics. We didn't just read poetry. We let it drip from our tongues like honey. Spirits soared. Women swooned, and gods were created, gentlemen. Not a bad way to spend an evening, eh?

Meditation speaks. It speaks in silence.

In the Soviet Union it was illegal to take a photograph of a train station. Look what happened to them. They tried to classify everything.