The cybernetic exchange between man, computer and algorithm is like a game of musical chairs: The frantic search for balance always leaves one of the three standing ill at ease.

Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?

I like being a woman, even in a man's world. After all, men can't wear dresses, but we can wear the pants.

The best armor of old age is a well-spent life perfecting it.