Past dreams of bliss our lives contain, And slight the chords that still retain A heart estranged to joys again, To scenes by memory's silver chain Close-linked, and ever yet apart, That like the vine, whose tendrils young Around some fostering branch have clung, Grown with its growth, as tho' it sprung From one united heart.
Alan CooperDesign principle: Take things away until the design breaks, then put that last thing back in.
Alan CooperComputers no longer interface with humans--they interact, and the interaction will become steadily deeper, more subtle, and more crucial to our collective sanity and ultimate survival.
Alan CooperYou can get spiritual things out of books and stories and they have nothing to do with religion.
Alan Cooper