Information gently but relentlessly drizzles down on us in an invisible, impalpable electric rain.

Underneath the shifting appearances of the world as perceived by our unreliable senses, is there, or is there not, a bedrock of objective reality?

The smell of subjectivity clings to the mechanical definition of complexity as stubbornly as it sticks to the definition of information.

Both induction and deduction, reasoning from the particular and the general, and back again from the universal to the specific, form the essence to scientific thinking.

As every bookie knows instinctively, a number such as reliability - a qualitative rather than a quantitative measure - is needed to make the valuation of information practically useful.

Entropy is not about speeds or positions of particles, the way temperature and pressure and volume are, but about our lack of information.

The solution of the Monty Hall problem hinges on the concept of information, and more specifically, on the relationship between added information and probability.

If quantum communication and quantum computation are to flourish, a new information theory will have to be developed.

An electron is real; a probability is not.

The switch from 'steam engines' to 'heat engines' signals the transition from engineering practice to theoretical science.

In order to understand information, we must define it; bit in order to define it, we must first understand it. Where to start?

Family will always kill you -- some bit by bit, others all at once. It is the love that does it.

Humans draw a hard line between thinking something and saying it aloud.

He said it twice because he had never said it before, and it sounded funny.

Churches don't need new members half so much as they need the old bunch made over.

Most of man's trouble comes from his inability to be still.

I think it's necessary to keep moving forward. I've always said that nostalgia is death, really for anyone creative.

True elegance becomes the more so as it approaches simplicity.

God could cause us considerable embarrassment by revealing all the secrets of nature to us: we should not know what to do for sheer apathy and boredom.

Now we've got the cables. We've got talk radio. We've got the bloggers. I hate the bloggers.

A painting is more than the sum of its parts