The ultimate search engine would understand everything in the world. It would understand exactly what you meant, and it would give you back exactly what you wanted.

I sent my Soul through the Invisible, Some letter of that After-life to spell: And by and by my Soul return'd to me, And answer'd "I Myself am Heav'n and Hell."

The pleasure isn’t in owning the person. The pleasure is this. Having another contender in the room with you.

Every stroke of the brush is a conversation with the universe.