The new world will be a place of answers and no questions, because the only questions left will be answered by computers, because only computers will know what to ask

Once upon a time the world was a realm of unanswered questions and there was room in it for poetry. Man stood beneath the sky and he asked “why?”. And his question was beautiful.

The new world will be a place of answers and no questions, because the only questions left will be answered by computers, because only computers will know what to ask.

Perhaps that is the way it has to be.

Computers can figure out all kinds of problems, except the things in the world that just don't add up

Opponents past and present have the same essential weakness about them: first they want to use you, then they want to be you, then they want to snuff you out.

All monsters must die except the beautiful ones

I like the evening in India, the one magic moment when the sun balances on the rim of the world, and the hush descends, and ten thousand civil servants drift homeward on a river of bicycles, brooding on the Lord Krishna and the cost of living