Technology favors horrible people.

A bland smile is like a green light at an intersection, it feels good when you get one, but you forget it the moment you're past it.

A good piece of technology dreams of the day when it will be replaced by a newer piece of technology. This is one definition of progress.

One of my own stray childhood fears had been to wonder what a whale might feel like had it been born and bred in captivity, then released into the wild-into its ancestral sea-its limited world instantly blowing up when cast into the unknowable depths, seeing strange fish and tasting new waters, not even having a concept of depth, not knowing the language of any whale pods it might meet. It was my fear of a world that would expand suddenly, violently, and without rules or laws: bubbles and seaweed and storms and frightening volumes of dark blue that never end.

Do you remember how you felt at seventeen? I do and I don't (...) Imagine you came from outer space and someone showed you a butterfly and a caterpillar. Would you ever put the two of them together? That's me and my memories.

Wilcox Fate is for losers.

I really do force myself to not be fully engaged with all the technology at once, just because I have an addictive personality and I get too into it.