Machines are on track to be on par with human intelligence in less than 15 years.

There are many things we can live without but a sense of humor is not one of them!

If you spend enough time in or around Washington, you'll meet amazing people who work for the government.

At work, conversation increases productivity. And yet people go into work, put on their headphones. In one interview, somebody called it - they become pilots in their own cockpits.

My job is to try and bring attention to places that don't have it

You can find inspiration when you're not even looking for it.

For the past 21 years, I've been privileged to be part of an amazing organization called the International Women's Media Foundation.

If image is everything, how can the Democratic presidential hopefuls compete with a President fresh from a war victory.

It's always unfortunate when a reporter is sent behind bars for failing to turn over sources. There's no way to say what the long-term outcome will be.

Is this administration, the Clinton administration, an administration that needed defending?

Politics is in my blood. I'd love to be involved in 2008, maybe even '06.

Children picking up our bonesWill never know that these were onceAs quick as foxes on the hill

The grand aim of all science is to cover the greatest number of empirical facts by logical deduction from the smallest number of hypotheses or axioms.

A sibling is the lens through which you see your childhood.

Oh, breathe not his name! let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid

Tragedy is one of the larger prices we pay for being alive. No one ever sidesteps tragedy. It is always there, shadowing us.

Australia has got some of the best sports people in the world, but we've also got some of the best scientists and innovators too, and that needs to be celebrated more.

There are relatively few things that kill people that are young other than car accidents and suicide.

When a man has written a role for you that you admire, the expectations are higher.

So, then, Oxford Street, stonyhearted stepmother, thou that listenest to the sighs of orphans, and drinkest the tears of children, at length I was dismissed from thee.

He moves his thumb in a slow circle over the back of my hand. It is meant to comfort me, but it frustrates me instead. I need to talk to him. I need to look at him.