I'm myself, not a label.

Love and joy are incredibly habit-forming; often a single exposure is enough to cause permanent addiction.

to travel faster than a speeding bullet is not much help if you and it are heading straight towards each other

What in Gods name is it worth to be human, if we have to be saved from ourselves by a machine?

We fret about how to keep going the same old way when we should be casting around for another way that’s better.

First you use machines, then you wear machines, and then ...? Then you serve machines.

What people want, mainly, is to be told by some plausible authority that what they are already doing is right. I don't know know of a quicker way to become unpopular than to disagree.