The drive toward complex technical achievement offers a clue to why the U. S. is good at space gadgetry and bad at slum problems.
A mechanic is just an engineer in blue jeans.
It's hard to wipe your eyes when you have whirring buzzsaws for hands.
Memories fade but words hang around forever.
If popular culture has taught us anything, it is that someday mankind must face and destroy the growing robot menace.
. . . humanity learns true lessons only in cataclysm.
Each new generation builds on the work of the previous one, gaining new perspective. New verbs are introduced. We Google strange and dangerous places. We tweet mindlessly to the cosmos. We Facebook our own grandmothers. I, for one, don't want to be left behind.
Poor France, thy fine climate, rich vineyards, and the wishes of the learned avail nothing; thou art a destitute beggar, and not the powerful friend thou wert represented to me.
[Memory] is a passion no less powerful or pervasive than love. It is [the ability] to live in more than one world, to prevent the past from fading, and to call upon the future to illuminate it.
Women are going to form a chain, a greater sisterhood than the world has ever known.
The biggest terrorist is George W. Bush.