How fair the realm Imagination opens to the view.
Beware of being too rational. In the country of the insane, the integrated man doesn't become king. He gets lynched.
People will come to love their oppression, to adore the technologies that undo their capacities to think.
The victim of mind-manipulation does not know that he is a victim. To him, the walls of his prison are invisible, and he believes himself to be free.
Experience is not what happens to you; it's what you do with what happens to you.
The people who kill and torture and tell lies in the name of their sacred causes, these are never the publicans and the sinners. No, they're the virtuous, respectable men, who have the finest feelings, the best brains, the noblest ideals.
There will be in the next generation or so a pharmacological method of making people love their servitude and producing dictatorship without tears, so to speak, producing a kind of painless concentration camp for entire societies so that people will in fact have their liberties taken away from them but will rather enjoy it.
Look around less, imagine more.
I never trust songwriters who talk about what their song is about.
I am just a tiny person in Africa, but there is a place for me, and for everybody, to sit down on this earth and touch it and call it their own.
Wal-Mart has become the whipping boy for political demagogues, unions and anti-traders. I suggest that they have the wrong target. . . . Wal-Mart exists and prospers because tens of millions of Americans find Wal-Mart to be a suitable source of goods and services. . . . . unions and anti-traders should direct their outrage and condemnation at the tens of millions of Americans who shop at Wal-Mart and keep it in business.