The computer is here to stay, therefore it must be kept in its proper place as a tool and a slave, or we will become sorcerer's apprentices, with data data everywhere and not a thought to think.

The paperless society is about as plausible as the paperless bathroom.

Shera's Two Laws of Cataloging: Law #1, No cataloger will accept the work of any other cataloger. Law #2: No cataloger will accept his/her own work six months after the cataloging.

This poem has been called obscure. I refuse to believe that it is obscurer than pity, violence, or suffering. But being a poem, not a lifetime, it is more compressed.

I assure you that I sleep anywhere, and always like a dormouse.

I love the concept of the romance that exists when people are broken. Like, the promise of a romance when you're at the bottom. I think that's infinitely compelling and romantic.

I was really excited to try 3D and play with it really, again, experiment formally with that extra dimension.

She's sensitive, too. Takes to hurt the way water takes to paper.

Do you believe in astrology? -I don't even believe in astronomy.

Let's test the waters... Love makes a splash, and you too thick to skinny-dip.

I threw a lot of balls and walked a lot of batters. Not something I'm proud of, but something I learned from.

I would like travelers, especially American travelers, to travel in a way that broadens their perspective.

When the hoary old question of nature versus nurture comes around, sides form quickly.