I write to discover what I think.

The hero was distinguished by his achievement; the celebrity by his name or trademark.

While knowledge is orderly and cumulative, information is random and miscellaneous.

As you make your bed, so you must lie in it.

Technology is so much fun but we can drown in our technology. The fog of information can drive out knowledge.

Each living art object, taken out of its native habitat so we can conveniently gaze at it, is like an animal in a zoo. Something about it has died in the removal.

America has been a land of dreams. A land where the aspirations of people from countries cluttered with rich, cumbersome, aristocratic, ideological pasts can reach for what once seemed unattainable. Here they have tried to make dreams come true. Yet now... we are threatened by a new and particularly American menace. It is not the menace of class war, of ideology, of poverty, of disease, of illiteracy, or demagoguery, or of tyranny, though these now plague most of the world. It is the menace of unreality.