A friend called me up the other day and talked about investing in a dot-com that sells lobsters. Internet lobsters. Where will this end? The next day he sent me a huge package of lobsters on ice. How low can you stoop?

There are three roads to ruin; women, gambling and technicians. The most pleasant is with women, the quickest is with gambling, but the surest is with technicians.

Relying on the government to protect your privacy is like asking a peeping tom to install your window blinds.

Bill Gates is the pope of the personal computer industry. He decides who’s going to build.

Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.

The Internet is like a giant jellyfish. You can’t step on it. You can’t go around it. You’ve got to get through it.

Our Age of Anxiety is, in great part, the result of trying to do today’s jobs with yesterday’s tools.

It is questionable if all the mechanical inventions yet made have lightened the day’s toil of any human being.

I’ve had a growing frustration, particularly when I would go out and do book tours and interviews. I got frustrated with people asking me, How do you know what the future is going to be like? And I’d always say, I don’t.

I think computer viruses should count as life. I think it says something about human nature that the only form of life we have created so far is purely destructive. We’ve created life in our own image.