The future bears a resemblance to the past, only more so.

Send me out into another life. But get me back for supper.

The future bears a resemblance to the past, only more so.

You can trust a crystal ball about as far as you can throw it.

This is a dream as old as America itself: give me a piece of land to call my own, a little town where everyone knows my name.

The trouble in corporate America is that too many people with too much power live in a box (their home), then travel the same road every day to another box (their office).

We are hungry for things that have touched human hands.