Language is to the mind more than light is to the eye.

The past is past, the future unformed. There is only the moment, and that is where he prefers to be.

His teeth sang in their individual sockets like tuning forks, each one pitch-perfect and clear as ethanol.

Genuinely ubiquitous computing spreads like warm Vaseline.

To the very limited extent that I have a political consciousness, to some extent I'm a lazy, apolitical sort of guy that just flits around.

You must learn to overcome your very natural and appropriate revulsion for your own work.

I'm a really good eavesdropper. I listen to what people say and remember all the buzzwords.