There has been a substitution of ideology for fact and scientific and engineering data in this administration.

Science fiction does not remain fiction for long. And certainly not on the Internet.

Information flow is what the Internet is about. Information sharing is power. If you don't share your ideas, smart people can't do anything about them, and you'll remain anonymous and powerless.

I'd like to know what the Internet is going to look like in 2050. Thinking about it makes me wish I were eight years old.

We had no idea that this would turn into a global and public infrastructure.

We never, ever in the history of mankind have had access to so much information so quickly and so easily.

We will have more Internet, larger numbers of users, more mobile access, more speed, more things online and more appliances we can control over the Internet.

I expect to see a lot of household appliances on the Net by 2010, as well as autos and other mobile devices.

They say a year in the Internet business is like a dog year.. equivalent to seven years in a regular person's life. In other words, it's evolving fast and faster.

Engineers are really good at labeling and branding things. If we had named Kentucky Fried Chicken, it would have been Hot Dead Birds.

Surf the Web is a happy coincidence.

I reach up and pat them both on the head. "Poor things. If you had a boy that looked like Logan, you'd be kissing him every chance you had, too.

What we do today, echoes forever.

The Fed’s policies have been an unqualified success for financiers and an abject failure for the bottom 99.5% who have to work for a living.

Life is not so much a matter of position as of disposition.

No peace is impossible when people are determined to achieve it

So nice to be a fashion icon in my day.

I can talk to you all day. I just might not say anything though.

Remy Cabella, I think he deserves something else than Newcastle. I wouldn't go there. You must get bored s***less in Newcastle.

So many versions of just one memory, and yet none of them were right or wrong. Instead, they were all pieces. Only when fitted together, edge to edge, could they even begin to tell the whole story.

What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night, So stumblest on my counsel? *Who are you? Why do you hide in the darkness and listen to my private thoughts?*