The 'content' of any medium is always another medium.

World War III is a guerrilla information war with no division between military and civilian participation.

There are no passengers on spaceship earth. We are all crew.

As technology advances, it reverses the characteristics of every situation again and again. The age of automation is going to be the age of 'do it yourself.'

Obsolescence never meant the end of anything, it's just the beginning.

Publication is a self-invasion of privacy.

Madison Avenue is a very powerful aggression against private consciousness. A demand that you yield your private consciousness to public manipulation.

The modern Little Red Riding Hood, reared on singing commercials, has no objection to being eaten by the wolf.

The computer is the most extraordinary of man's technological clothing; it's an extension of our central nervous system. Beside it, the wheel is a mere hula-hoop.

We look at the present through a rear view mirror. We march backwards into the future.

In an age of multiple and massive innovations, obsolescence becomes the major obsession.

Regrets came up and asked me if I’d like to own them. Declined them for the most part but took a few just so I wouldn’t leave this relationship empty handed.

Keep a grateful journal. Every night list five things that you are grateful for. What it will begin to do is change your perspective of your day and your life.

The importation of gold and silver is not the principal, much less the sole benefit which a nation derives from its foreign trade.

We need to recognize the incredible challenges that so many parents face, especially working moms. We need to join the rest of the advanced world.

Simon had been all lined up and he’d managed to throw away the best girl he’d ever meet. “What a dumbass,” Beck muttered. “No way I’d have done that.

There never was a revelation without a question first.

Being loved keeps you young.

I don't worry about being a woman alone out there. My advice to people is to smile a lot, talk to strangers, accept all invitations and eat everything you're offered.

It's curious the way we get nostalgic for some hoped-for thing that never happened, as if something that never happened were in the past.

What is Valentines? Is it a restaurant name?