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.

When two seemingly disparate elements are imaginatively poised put in apposition in new and unique ways, startling discoveries often result.

Physiologically, man in the normal use of technology (or his variously extended body) is perpetually modified by it and in turn finds ever new ways of modifying his technology. Man becomes, as it were, the sex organs of the machine world, as the bee of the plant world, enabling it to fecundate and to evolve ever new forms. The machine world reciprocates man's love by expediting his wishes and desires, namely, in providing him with wealth.

Any breakdown is a breakthrough.

The only way to recover the old world is to induce the media into vomiting it back up.

I may be wrong, but I'm never in doubt.

Our technology forces us to live mythically