I just invented a hug machine. It’s solar powered so you can use it when you feel depressed, like on a cloudy day. Shit.

For the machine meant the conquest of horizontal space. It also meant a sense of that space which few people had experienced before – the succession and superimposition of views, the unfolding of landscape in...

When man wanted to make a machine that would walk he created the wheel, which does not resemble a leg.

To find out if she really loved me, I hooked her up to a lie detector. And just as I suspected, my machine was broken.

You don’t have to take it out on my typewrite ya’ know. It’s not the machine’s fault that you can’t write. It’s a sin to do that to a good machine.

We want our buildings to work like a machine that will create a pleasurable environment.

Without the aesthetic, the computer is but a mindless speed machine, producing effects without substance, form without relevant content, or content without meaningful form.