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

Across the communication landscape move the specters of sinister technologies and the dreams that money can buy.

Elaborate burial customs are a sure sign of decadence.

The car as we know it is on the way out. To a large extent, I deplore its passing, for as a basically old-fashioned machine, it enshrines a basically old-fashioned idea: freedom. In terms of pollution, noise and human life, the price of that freedom may be high, but perhaps the car, by the very muddle and confusion it causes, may be holding back the remorseless spread of the regimented, electronic society.

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

Civilised life, you know, is based on a huge number of illusions in which we all collaborate willingly. The trouble is we forget after a while that they are illusions and we are deeply shocked when reality is torn down around us.

Sex times technology equals the future.