Three in the morning. Making yourself a cup of coffee in the dark, using a flashlight when you pour the boiling water.

Time moves in one direction, memory in another.

And, for an instant, she stared directly into those soft blue eyes and knew, with an instinctive mammalian certainty, that the exceedingly rich were no longer even remotely human.

Generation X is dead. It has come to mean anyone aged 13 to 55 years old.

I took Punk to be the detonation of some slow-fused projectile buried deep in society's flank a decade earlier, and I took it to be, somehow, a sign.

The future has already arrived. It's just not evenly distributed yet.

I think that technologies are morally neutral until we apply them. It's only when we use them for good or for evil that they become good or evil.

When you want to know how things really work, study them when they're coming apart.

Language is to the mind more than light is to the eye.

People who feel safer with a gun than with guaranteed medical insurance don't yet have a fully adult concept of scary.

We are that strange species that constructs artifacts intended to counter the natural flow of forgetting.

What are you doing?” I asked Loretta. “Stabbing a cushion, ” she told me.

He thinks Goliath can end the war, " Alek managed at last. "The man wants peace!" "As do we all, " Count Volger said. "But there are many ways to end a war. Some are more peaceful than others.

The courageous attitudes of leaders ramble around coward followers and sooner or later, they become courageous too!

I added 'writers' to my list of people not to trust. They make everything up.

She wasn't blotto, she was plotting.

Fashion is all about happiness. It's fun. It's important. But it's not medicine.

Keep violence in the mind Where it belongs (Barefoot in the Head)

I had the time to take the original analog tapes and fix all the things I didn't like, so all I left was essentially the benefits of the analog with none of the disadvantages.

You don't really want to be always thinking about the future, always thinking about where you're heading for. You've got to think about how you're getting there.

Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, Rock'd in the cradle of the western breeze.