’Tis the sport to have the engineer / Hoist with his own petard.

If there is a technological advance without a social advance, there is, almost automatically, an increase in human misery.

Whatever the pace of this technological revolution may be, the direction is clear: the lower rungs of the economic ladder are being lopped off.

I’d like to be a machine, wouldn’t you?

The real problem is not whether machines think but whether men do.

Inventions that are not made, like babies that are not born, are rarely missed.

Machines seem to sense that I am afraid of them. It makes them hostile.

If the human race wants to go to hell in a basket, technology can help it get there by jet.

We don’t have the option of turning away from the future. No one gets to vote on whether technology is going to change our lives.

Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.

Doing research on the web is like using a library assembled piecemeal by pack rats and vandalized nightly.

What can you conceive more silly and extravagant than to suppose a man racking his brains and studying night and day how to fly?

One machine can do the work of fifty ordinary men. No machine can do the work of one extraordinary man.