One matter Englishmen don't think in the least funny is their happy consciousness of possessing a deep sense of humor.

Everybody at the speed of light tends to become a nobody.

Darkness is to space what silence is to sound, i.e., the interval.

Information and images bump against each other every day in massive quantities, and the resonance of this interfacing is like the babble of a village or tavern gossip session.

You see, Dad, Professor McLuhan says that the environment that man creates becomes his medium for defining his role in it. The invention of type created linear, or sequential thought, separating thought from action. Now, with TV and folk singing, thought and action are closer and social involvement is greater. We again live in a village. Get it?

The computer is the most extraordinary of man's technological clothing; it's an extension of our central nervous system. Beside it, the wheel is a mere hula-hoop.

Innovation for holders of conventional wisdom is not novelty but annihilation.