A child of today can detect a lie quicker than the wisest adult of two decades ago. When I want to know what is true, I ask my children.

They wanted to have a good time, but they were like children playing in the street; they could see one after another of them being killed--run over, maimed, destroyed--but they continued to play anyhow.

I never liked the idea of doing what a machine says. I hate having to salute something built in a factory.

…we all lie to ourselves; we tell our own selves more lies than we ever do other people.

There is no route out of the maze. The maze shifts as you move through it, because it is alive.

Reality is just a point of view.

My major preoccupation is the question, 'What is reality?'