Face it, you have to be sort of an egomaniac to write something down and think that anyone is going to want to read it.
If the nest is truly empty, who owns all this junk?
When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, 'I used everything you gave me'.
Sometimes I can't figure designers out. It's as if they flunked human anatomy.
Time. It hangs heavy for the bored, eludes the busy, flies by the for young, and runs out for the aged.
I don't think women outlive men, Doctor. It only seems longer.
If I had my life to live over again, I would have waxed less and listened more. . . . I would have cried and laughed less while watching television. . . and more while watching real life. . . . But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute of it. . . look at it and really see it. . . try it on. . . live it. . . exhaust it. . . and never give the minute back until there was nothing left of it.
I’d have thought 50,000 years of existing on the continent would have qualified as settled.
America has an ability to try to make some things happen that other countries don't necessarily have.
Chess is one thing, but if we get to the point computers can best humans in the arts-those splendid, millennia-old expressions of the heart and soul of human existence-then why bother existing? to produce human art a computer would have to find, feel, absorb reality to the point it is overcome, to the point it sobs for release. A computer perhaps could replicate every possibility but could never transfer the energy art requires to exist in the first place.
One sees a trend in our political and legal cultures toward treating religious beliefs as arbitrary and unimportant, a trend supported by a rhetoric that implies that there is something wrong with religious devotion.