Say a word, say a thousand to me on the telephone and I shall choose the wrong one to cling to as though you had said it after long deliberation when only I provoked it from you, I will cling to it from among a thousand, to be provoked and hurl it back with something I mean no more than you meant that, something for you to cling to and retreat clinging to.

Why do you treat me as they do, as though I were exactly what I want to be. Why do we treat people that way?

Stupidity is the deliberate cultivation of ignorance.

If you want to make a million you don't have to understand money, what you have to understand is people's fears about money

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.

How real is any of the past, being every moment revalued to make the present possible.

I mean why should somebody go steal and break the law to get all they can when there's always some law where you can be legal and get it all anyway!