... we're moving into an era when we will define ourselves more by the technologies we refuse than the ones we accept.

Facebook's successor will no doubt provide an easy "migration utility" through which you can bring all your so-called friends with you, if you even want to.

If the end of the twentieth century can be characterized by futurism, the twenty-first can be defined by presentism.

We are looking at a society increasingly dependent on machines, yet decreasingly capable of making or even using them effectively.

Our fear of technology is really a fear of empowerment. We now have the ability to design the reality we live in, and we have to step up to the occasion.

We do not live in an economy, we live in a Ponzi scheme.

The plague did not lead to Europe’s economic collapse. Rather, Europe’s currency-driven economic collapse led to the plague.

I feel like Hollywood would rather end the emerging, bottom-up creative culture than let it happen.

People are seduced by signals from the world, but that is manipulation, not reality. Computers have learned more about us than we've learned about them.

When things begin accelerating wildly out of control, sometimes patience is the only answer. Press pause.

It may be decades until we know what living in a state of constant distraction will do to us.

Until death it is all life

We, humans, have come up with so many superficialities that are completely unnecessary for our existence and happiness on earth.

Even if their supplies of love are finite, they've figured out that life is, too, and they're no longer rationing.

If you want to be original just try being yourself, because God has never made two people exactly alike.

Society is based on the assumption that everyone is alike and no one is alive.

Faith doesn't deny a problems existence. It denies it a place of influence.

I had totally lost my way. I lost focus. I lost myself.

I believe my business and non-profit investments are much more beneficial to societal well-being than sending more money to Washington.

I came out the back of the building and I was hollering, 'I've sung on the Grand Ole Opry! I've sung on the Grand Ole Opry!'

On December 17, 1984, I had surgery to remove two inches of my left lung due to pneumonia. After two hours of surgery the doctors told my mother I had AIDS.