What seems beautiful to me, what I should most like to do, would be a book about nothing, a book without any exterior ties, but sustained by the internal force of its style . . . a book which would have almost no subject, or at least in which the subject would be almost invisible, if that is possible. The most beautiful works are those with least

Naming things can feel impossible, but when it’s done well, it’s as if that thing could never be called something else.

A computer cannot produce a sunset or a redwood. You cannot experience a sunset online.

Meetings have a very low rate of information transfer.

Life is short, art long, opportunity fleeting, experience deceptive, judgment difficult. It’s unsatisfying. Whatever that means.

He’s more of a robot than the computational algorithms he owns.

Wikipedia, made by humans, for free, is a better search engine than Google, the most expensive and sophisticated algorithm in the world.

He was all business, all the time. I could feel the stress emanating off him like steam.

The tyranny of electronic revisions means that one could work on a deck forever and never “finish” it.