Sovereignty no longer resides in the territory itself, but in the control of the territory. And localisation is an inherent part of that territorial control.

The speed of light does not merely transform the world. It becomes the world. Globalization is the speed of light.

Science, which is not so attached to 'truth' as it once was, but more to immediate 'effectiveness', is now drifting towards a decline, it's civic fall from grace.

There are eyes everywhere. No blind spot left. What shall we dream of when everything becomes visible? We'll dream of being blind.

Digital messages and images matter less than their instantaneous delivery; the shock effect always wins out over the consideration of the informational content.

Speed now illuminates reality whereas light once gave objects of the world their shape.

The invention of the ship was also the invention of the shipwreck.

To regain our liberty (and our distance), we must slow the images down.

How can we live if there is no more here and everything is now?

Images contaminate us like viruses.

Today, everything is about speed and real time. We are no longer concerned with real space.

...there is so much beauty in the trying, and in the failing, and in the trying again.

He finds himself bored by the shenanigans of highly spirited young men. Their concerns reside somewhere between balder and dash.

On many days, harder than the act of making the art itself is the act of sharing it and living in a culture that you know is built to tear you down.

We need strength, we need energy, we need quickness and we need brain in this country to turn it around.

You are either a Christian or you are not a Christian; you cannot be partly a Christian. You are either "dead" or "alive"; you are either "born" or "not born".

Shakespeare; the only man I'd ever love.

The human eye is a wonderful device. With a little effort, it can fail to see even the most glaring injustice.

I feel like I'm treating people as I'd like to be treated.

Life can change your directions, even when you ain't planned it. All you can do is handle it, worst thing you can do is panic.

The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together.