Arguing with anonymous strangers on the Internet is a sucker's game because they almost always turn out to be — or to be indistinguishable from — self-righteous sixteen-year-olds possessing infinite amounts of free time.

If you sincerely believed in God, how could you form one thought, speak one sentence, without mentioning Him?

See, the world is full of things more powerful than us. But if you know how to catch a ride, you can go places.

What's hard, in hacking as in fiction, is not writing, it's deciding what to write.

It was, of course, nothing more than sexism, the especially virulent type espoused by male techies who sincerely believe that they are too smart to be sexists.

And it happened all the time that the compromise between two perfectly rational alternatives was something that made no sense at all.

Crappy old OSes have value in the basically negative sense that changing to new ones makes us wish we'd never been born.