I may be going to hell in a bucket Babe, at least I’m enjoying the ride.
One may as well be optimistic. The road to catastrophe will be rougher if it’s paved with dread.
If all ideas have to be bought, then you have an intellectually regressive system that will assure you have a highly knowledgeable elite and an ignorant mass.
Out of the ashes of the music business, comes the rebirth of the musician business.
We will create a civilization of the Mind in Cyberspace. May it be more humane and fair than the world your governments have made before.
We are creating a world where anyone, anywhere may express his or her beliefs, no matter how singular, without fear of being coerced into silence or conformity.
I come from Cyberspace, the new home of Mind. On behalf of the future, I ask you of the past to leave us alone. You are not welcome among us. You have no sovereignty where we gather.
When cryptography is outlawed, bayl bhgynjf jvyy unir cevinpl.
We cannot separate the air that chokes from the air upon which wings beat.
We are in the middle of the most transforming technological event since the capture of fire.
The future’s here, we are it, we are on our own.
I had always thought that the idea of love at first sight was one of those things invented by lady novelists from the South with three names.
I’m a member of that half of the human race which is inclined to divide the human race into two kinds of people. My dividing line runs between the people who crave certainty and the people who trust chance.
Incompetence is a double-edged banana.
Art is a service, not a product. Created beauty is a relationship, and a relationship with the Holy at that. Reducing such work to ‘content’ is like praying in swear words. End of Sermon. Back to business.
Our universities are so determined to impose tolerance that they’ll expel you for saying what you think and never notice the irony.
The Corporate impulse for human uniformity instills shame at difference and, thus, the contemporary zeal for privacy.
Humanity seems bent on creating a world economy primarily based on goods that take no material form. In doing so, we may be eliminating any predictable connection between creators and a fair reward for the utility others may find in their works.
God’s jokes are the soul’s curriculum.