I give to everybody. When they call, I give. And do you know what? When I need something from them two years later, three years later, I call them, they are there for me.

The battlefield is a scene of constant chaos. The winner will be the one who controls that chaos, both his own and the enemies.

The machine does not isolate man from the great problems of nature but plunges him more deeply into them.

An idea that is not dangerous is unworthy of being called an idea at all.

There's a problem with narratives. Most that spring to mind are fictional.