Technology has to be accessible otherwise it enslaves us, and I'm not really in favour of that.

Those who suppress freedom always do so in the name of law and order.

Not only is New York City the nation's melting pot, it is also the casserole, the chafing dish and the charcoal grill.

The miniskirt enables young ladies to run faster, and because of it, they may have to.

I like the analogy that the way that we live in Western Society, the energy that we consume in the form of fossil fuels, is the energy equivalent in pre-fossil fuel terms of having 500 slaves.

New York was something like a circus performer walking a tightrope an juggling at the same time....It could barely maintain its position, but an movement would tip the whole balance.

New York has total depth in every area. Washington has only politics; after that, the second biggest thing is white marble.

Technology tends to fuel the imagination. People with a technological bent can get excited by sometimes the most hazardous technologies, if they think they can harness them safely.

I'm definitely more interested in technologies that are more accessible, that are as accessible as possible.

The Government are very keen on amassing statistics - they collect them, add them, raise them to the nth power, take the cube root and prepare wonderful diagrams.

When arguing with a fool, make sure the opponent isn't doing the exact same thing.

In non-fiction you have to stay true to historical events, be they personal or national .

Even while lying, you'll be believed if you speak with authority.

There we measure shadows, and we search among ghostly errors of measurement for landmarks that are scarcely more substantial.

We know now that Donald Trump's comments are actually being used to recruit and radicalize on the Internet.

When gossip gets old it becomes a myth.

But to me the notion that spirituality is separate from the rest of life does not allow for a practical approach to living a life that has extraordinary quality.

The cistern contains: The fountain overflows.

Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving.