[Emacs] is written in Lisp, which is the only computer language that is beautiful.

Two tires fly. Two Wail. A bamboo grove, all chopped down From it, warring songs.

Well, all information looks like noise until you break the code.

Let's set the existence-of-God issue aside for a later volume, and just stipulate that in some way, self-replicating organisms came into existence on this planet and immediately began trying to get rid of each other, either by spamming their environments with rough copies of themselves, or by more direct means which hardly need to be belabored. Most of them failed, and their genetic legacy was erased from the universe forever, but a few found some way to survive and to propagate.

It is the fate of operating systems to become free.

There's only four things we do better than anyone else: music movies microcode (software) high-speed pizza delivery

One of the problems, hanging out with me, is that I can turn any topic into a toxic horror story. I've lost two girlfriends and a job by reading an ingredients label out loud, with annotations, at the wrong time.