We're in a new world. We're in a world in which the possibility of terrorism married up with technology could make us very very sorry that we didn't act.

You know I thought we could use a good myth about technology to help guide us through these particular modern waters right now.

The only thing that I'd rather own than Windows is English because then I could charge you two hundred and forty-nine dollars for the right to speak it.

Just as we could have rode into the sunset along came the Internet and it tripled the significance of the PC.

When I was about 13 or 14 I had an English teacher who made a deal with me that I could get out of doing all of the year's regular work if I would write a short story a week and on Friday read it to the class.

My major was Fine Arts and Education thinking I would become an Art Teacher. I couldn't visualize myself as an art teacher thinking how it wouldn't work.

My mother was an English teacher who decided to become a math teacher and she used me as a guinea pig at home. My father had been a math teacher and then went to work at a steel mill because frankly he could make more money doing that.

I had one companion. He was a teacher from the Ukraine who spoke English so we could communicate a bit. I learnt a few Russian words but it was hard to concentrate.

Both my grandmothers had upright pianos and I just knew how to play since I was a child. Nobody taught me. I sounded like a grown-up and then I learned how to read music. I played so well by ear I could fool the teacher to believe I could play the notes. She'd make the mistake of playing the song once and I could play it.

I didn't want to be the archetypal sponging brother-in-law so I didn't go into acting when I got to the States. I thought 'No I'll go to school and then I'll be an English teacher that'll be fun.' But I was horrible as a teacher. As hard as I tried I just couldn't inspire those kids to take an interest in Milton and Shakespeare and Donne.

What we now call school training the pursuit of fixed studies at stated hours under the constant guidance of a teacher I could scarcely be said to have enjoyed.

If you put down a list of jobs doctor lawyer janitor teacher or movie star everybody would pick the movie star. And why? So you could lie around the pool drink margaritas and send money to your parents. So that's what I did.

My being a teacher had a decisive influence on making language and systems as simple as possible so that in my teaching I could concentrate on the essential issues of programming rather than on details of language and notation.

I could never have a better teacher in those days than my father.

There's many a bestseller that could have been prevented by a good teacher.

There are many teachers who could ruin you. Before you know it you could be a pale copy of this teacher or that teacher. You have to evolve on your own.

I could undertake to be an efficient pupil if it were possible to find an efficient teacher.

I do not believe there is a problem in this country or the world today which could not be settled if approached through the teaching of the Sermon on the Mount.

But what you could perhaps do with in these days is a word of most sincere sympathy. Your movement is carried internally by so strong a truth and necessity that victory in one form or another cannot elude you for long.

I have a theory because I was being beaten up a lot by people outside of school it was almost like if I could make myself sick enough they'd take sympathy on me.

I was trying to uphold what I thought feminism was as best I could by supporting women by trying to create an opportunity to get women to get together play music together and celebrate the fact that we are having great success making music on our own and together.

I want to make sure I don't interfere with the success of that team next year. I don't see any way I could go to practice like most of 'em do and not hurt the team. I'd go nuts if I tried doing that.

I have more love success and security than I could ever dream of.

The manic pursuit of success cost me everything I could love: my wife my three children some friends I would have liked to grow old with.