We hackers are a playful bunch; we'll hack anything, including language, if it looks like fun (thus our tropism for puns). Deep down, we like confusing people who are stuffier and less mentally agile than we are, especially when they're bosses. There's a little bit of the mad scientist in all hackers, ready to discombobulate the world and flip authority the finger - especially if we can do it with snazzy special effects.

Good programmers know what to write. Great ones know what to rewrite (and reuse)

Equally, the Internet interprets attempts at proprietary control as threats and mobilizes to defeat them.

And for any agents or proxy of the regime interested in asking me questions face to face, I've got some bullets slathered in pork fat to make you feel extra special welcome.

The workstation-class machines built by Sun and others opened up new worlds for hackers.

The beginnings of the hacker culture as we know it today can be conveniently dated to 1961, the year MIT acquired the first PDP-1.

Every good work of software starts by scratching a developers personal itch.