“Like poetry, in times of intense emotion the image returns to me. Like poetry, it stroked my soul and, by turns, lulled and stoked my senses.”

“My head was a desolate place and as barren as the bare hills of Le Marche. Until I began to build in it, only vultures nested there.”

“The thin line between life and death is still under construction.”

“Any fool can write a book and most of them are doing it but it takes brains to build a house. ”

“The palace started as a single vaulted room and grew in proportion to my despair. It began as an exercise to keep my mind from its melancholy, then it became a dream and a necessity. . . . I built ...”

“Im not good enough for Duke. Im good enough for you.”

“Toutes les opinions ne se valent pas, et il ne faut pas confondre l'loquence d'une parole avec la justesse d'une pense.”

“Quality, relevant content can't be spotted by an algorithm. You can't subscribe to it. You need people - actual human beings - to create or curate it.”

“Is there magic in this world? Certainly! But it is not the kind of magic written about in fantasy stories. It is the kind of magic that comes from ideas and the hard work it often takes to make the...”

“We become what we behold. We shape our tools, and thereafter our tools shape us.”

“A culture of unaccountability is a culture without incentive, and a culture without incentive is the death of critical and creative thinking.”