The specialist is one who never makes small mistakes while moving toward the grand fallacy.

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.

I hate organized religion. I hate that people use it to justify their crappy, bigoted beliefs.

I’ve never quite understood why the knuckleheads of the planet so outnumber the rest of us.

Allowing myself to love God completely has obviously shed light on my self-love because he loves me more than I could ever love myself.

Directors and writers have a lot of stress as well, because they have people they answer to.

I had glow in the dark bands made up and I've given away a ton of them.

I'd like my writing to be recognized with a Grammy.

Artists are like cockroaches; everything is grist for the mill.

I wasn't the same person I was eight months ago, and that was okay with me. Sometimes change was good. Sometimes it was even exactly what you needed.

I grew up in a high school where it was very conservative, and I felt like people disapproved of me, and I felt like an outsider.

My dominion ends where that of conscience begins.