I hated relying on luck. When it worked, it made me feel so damned eerie.

Some see the glass half full, some see it half empty, and some see it crawling with toxic alien parasites who want to devour your pancreas.

What kind of programmer is so divorced from reality that she thinks she'll get complex software right the first time?

Ah, but I am more perceptive than most of the universe. Especially the parts of the universe that are vacuum.

Deliberate choices are the only sacred things in the universe. Everything else is just hydrogen.

It is strange how the presence of additional people can make you feel more alone.

Don't be a little paranoid; worry about everything, or let it all go.