We're smitten with technology. And we're afraid, like young lovers, that too much talking might spoil the romance. But it's time to talk.

Technology doesn't just do things for us. It does things to us, changing not just what we do but who we are.

We expect more from technology and less from each other. We create technology to provide the illusion of companionship without the demands of friendship.

What is so seductive about texting, about keeping that phone on, about that little red light on the BlackBerry, is you want to know who wants you.

The feeling that 'no one is listening to me' make us want to spend time with machines that seem to care about us.

People are lonely. The network is seductive. But if we are always on, we may deny ourselves the rewards of solitude.

What technology makes easy is not always what nurtures the human spirit.

Human relationships are rich and they're messy and they're demanding. And we clean them up with technology. We sacrifice conversation for mere connection.

Everyone is always having their attention divided between the world of the people [they're] with and this other reality.

Computers are not good or bad; they are powerful.

Not every advance is progress. Not every new thing is better for us humanly.

When we pray, we bring G-d into the world

As an artist I would like to eliminate the symbolic pretty much, for black is interesting not as a color but as a non-color and as the absence of color.

The same as real life, there is no happily ever after.

The Williams sisters, they have this power. They have this ability to come back from nowhere.

My men can eat their belts, but my tanks have gotta have gas.

Some persons seem to like you, and others seem to hate you, and you must wonder why. They are simply liking machines and hating machines.

Never sleep with anybody who has more problems than you do.

I don't know why anyone would want to study the expansion of the universe.

I think the interview form works best on the radio. There are a lot of personality traits conveyed in a person's voice, the rhythm of their speech or how confident they sound.

But of all footmen the lowest class is literary footmen.