The human race sleepwalked to oblivion, thinking only of the corporate logos on it's shroud.

So he left the lagoon and entered the jungle again, within a few days was completely lost, following the lagoons southward through the increasing rain and heat, attacked by alligators and giant bats, a second Adam searching for the forgotten paradises of the reborn Sun.

In the past we have always assumed that the external world around us has represented reality, however confusing or uncertain, and that the inner world of our minds, its dreams, hopes, ambitions, represented the realm of fantasy, and the imagination. These roles, it seems to me, have been reversed. The most prudent and effective method of dealing with the world around us is to assume that it is a complete fiction - conversely, the one small node of reality left to us is inside of our own heads.

A general rule: if enough people predict something, it won't happen.

The car as we know it is on the way out.

Any fool can write a novel but it takes real genius to sell it.

The human race sleepwalked to oblivion, thinking only of the corporate logos on it's shroud.