... love is an act of sedition, a revolt against reason, an uprising in the body politic, a private mutiny.

... love is an act of sedition, a revolt against reason, an uprising in the body politic, a private mutiny.

I don't want to get to the end of my life and find that I lived just the length of it. I want to have lived the width of it as well.

Artificial intelligence is growing up fast, as are robots whose facial expressions can elicit empathy and make your mirror neurons quiver.

A self is a frightening thing to waste, it's the lens through which one's whole life is viewed, and few people are willing to part with it, in death, or even imaginatively, in art.

For me, life offers so many complexly appealing moments that two beautiful objects may be equally beautiful for different reasons and at different times. How can one choose?

Look at your feet. You are standing in the sky. When we think of the sky, we tend to look up, but the sky actually begins at the earth.