Virginia Woolf

One of the signs of passing youth is the birth of a sense of fellowship with other human beings as we take our place among them.

Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end.

The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.

By pouring money and goods into devastated regions, foreign aid workers sometimes compound the disruption and debauch the survivors.

Jessica Jackley has a gift for making people want to fork over their cash. To total strangers. Far, far away.

You probably found 'How to Survive a Robot Uprising' in the humor section. Let's just hope that is where it belongs.