If it is not beautiful for someone, it does not exist.

I see the player piano as the grandfather of the computer, the ancestor of the entire nightmare we live in, the birth of the binary world where there is no option other than yes or no and where there is no refuge.

We want someone to bring us the news.

He walked out into the cold morning asking himself this heretical question: Can you start measuring a minute at any instant you wish?

...mementos of this world, in which the things worth being were so easily exchanged for the things worth having.

Stupidity is the deliberate cultivation of ignorance.

There is nothing more distressing or tiresome than a writer standing in front of an audience and reading his work.