I've given up wanting to make a killing or be a bigshot. I just want to find happiness and maybe open up a little roadside cafe in Idaho.

I thought about how odd it is for billions of people to be alive, yet not one of them is really quite sure of what makes people people. The only activities I could think of that humans do that have no animal equivalent were smoking, body-building and writing. That's not much, considering how special we seem to think we are.

I tried to think of a witty play on Every picture tells a thousand words, but then the whole word/picture thing collapsed on me.

Technology favors horrible people.

In the same way you can never go backward to a slower computer, you can never go backward to a lessened state of connectedness.

Being asked what animal you'd like to be is a trick question; you're already an animal.

People will always choose more money over more sex