For the sake of argument I'll ignore all your fighting words.

You can’t change the past. You can’t even change the future, in the sense that you can only change the present one moment at a time, stubbornly, until the future unwinds itself into the stories of our lives.

The purpose of most computer languages is to lengthen your resume by a word and a comma.

Down that path lies madness. On the other hand, the road to hell is paved with melting snowballs.

This job of playing God is a little too big for me. Nevertheless, someone has to do it, so I'll try my best to fake it.

For me, writing is a love-hate relationship.

There is, however, a strange, musty smell in the air that reminds me of something...hmm...yes...I've got it...there's a VMS nearby, or I'm a Blit.