To lose an arm or a leg would be painful, but to lose the central truth of your life felt—fatal.
Isn't it strange how wise counsel can cool the hottest head? He made sense but my heart screamed protest.
The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance.
God is not a cosmic bellboy for whom we can press a button to get things.
I have already settled it for myself so flattery and criticism go down the same drain and I am quite free.
Most frequently asked question at my AI talks: Will robots be conscious? We slaughter 60 billion animals/year, but are concerned for robots?
We're going to be able to ask our computers to monitor things for us, and when certain conditions happen, are triggered, the computers will take certain actions and inform us after the fact.
My father, [was] a mid-level phonecompany manager who treated my mother at best like an incompetent employee. At worst? He never beat her, but his pure, inarticulate fury would fill the house for days...
Real women fight for something, other than their own emotions.
It's so hard to find the place somewhere in the middle of the best and worst I've felt.
I don't stand for black man's side, I don't stand for white man's side, I stand for God's side.