I'd work eighteen-hour stretches and fall asleep in my clothes. Then I'd wake up in the middle of the night, brew a pot of tea, and start work again. I was tired, but work had become pure enjoyment.

Visionaries and dreamers have always been dusted with a little oddity.

I was on automatic pilot; ideas for gadgets kept coming, fed by a force of energy flowing through me and around me.

Do what gives you a buzz.

A good idea turns every cog in your mind, making you scared of bed in case the whole machine grinds to a halt.

All inventors, they say, are a little mad. I reckon that only completely sane people are willing to admit they are slightly crazy.

The key to success is to risk thinking unconventional thoughts. Convention is the enemy of progress.