In the larger companies, you have this tendency to get top-down direction.

Science fiction does not remain fiction for long. And certainly not on the Internet.

Information flow is what the Internet is about. Information sharing is power. If you don't share your ideas, smart people can't do anything about them, and you'll remain anonymous and powerless.

I'd like to know what the Internet is going to look like in 2050. Thinking about it makes me wish I were eight years old.

We had no idea that this would turn into a global and public infrastructure.

We never, ever in the history of mankind have had access to so much information so quickly and so easily.

We will have more Internet, larger numbers of users, more mobile access, more speed, more things online and more appliances we can control over the Internet.

I expect to see a lot of household appliances on the Net by 2010, as well as autos and other mobile devices.

They say a year in the Internet business is like a dog year.. equivalent to seven years in a regular person's life. In other words, it's evolving fast and faster.

Engineers are really good at labeling and branding things. If we had named Kentucky Fried Chicken, it would have been Hot Dead Birds.

Surf the Web is a happy coincidence.

What counted was not the facts but the fears.

Just not a big fan of dogmatic rituals or gatherings. Like I put faith in god, I give a truckload of significance to karma, character and compassion.

Just because a prediction is true, doesn't mean that it is not false.

Classical music's ability to translate emotional themes is fantastic.

We are not at war with Islam. We are at war with people who have perverted Islam.

The greatest gift a parent can give a child during all the ups and downs of life is love.

It is by riding a bicycle that you learn the contours of a country best, since you have to sweat up the hills and coast down them.

Farewell, Father," she said. He fell back upon his chair, choking. She laughed, not with mirth or even mockery, but something that was closer to a sob. "You crafted me so sharp, I cut even myself.

My memory loves you… it asks about you all the time.

Mary Stewart will always be my goddess. I can pick up one of her early books - one I've read a dozen times - and still slide right into the story.