I am suggesting that we recognize that in network and interface research there is something as profound (and potential wild) as Artificial Intelligence.
Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?
Deke Thornton: What I like and what I need are two different things.
I think I just took a while to know myself. I went on a journey to find out. I was a bit wild.
When in Reading Gaol he told me that the warders in the dock had been gentle and kind, but the visit of the chaplain in his first prison began with these words: 'Mr. Wilde, did you have morning prayers in your house?' 'I am sorry... I fear not.' 'You...
I hope you will go out and let stories, that is life, happen to you, and that you will work with these stories... water them with your blood and tears and your laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom.
There are symbolic dreams-- dreams that symbolize some reality. Then there are symbolic realities -- realities that symbolize a dream. Symbols are what you might call the honorary town councillors of the worm universe. In the worm universe, there is ...
...[T]he only means I have to stop ignorant snobs from behaving towards genre fiction with snobbish ignorance is to not reinforce their ignorance and snobbery by lying and saying that when I write SF it isn't SF, but to tell them more or less patient...
He's dead Duncan, killed himself when I was 13. In all those years he forgot something vital. He taught me when he was learning for himself. I know how to inflict pain; the scary thing is it doesn't bother me, a trait I'm sure I inherited from him." ...
I have not led an ordinary life, nor a life that would suit everyone. I took great risks, but because I did, I also earned great reward. I found the way to show my true face freely, without fear. Because of this, I found true love.
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light; The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ri...
William 'Wild Bill' Wharton: [Percy, zombie-like, approaches Wild Bill] Boy, watchu lookin' at? Watchu lookin' at? You limp noodle. Ya wanna kiss my ass? Ya wanna suck my dick? [the two stare at each other for a moment. Two tears fall from Percy's ey...
Not the cry, but the flight of the wild duck, leads the flock to fly and follow.
Many of us are confessional giants but ethical midgets.
I can get on with wild beasts first-rate; but men rile me awfully…
The wit taught by God to the bee Is withheld from the lion and the wild ass.
Cancer... the process of creation gone wild, I thought.
Sometimes a wild horse needs to feel that his rider is just a little bit wilder.
He loved her all he could; but he couldn't love her very much.
You're never too old, too wacky, too wild, to pick up a book and read to a child.
Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair...
