During the course of the year a number of ideas just come up automatically. I could be walking down the street. Or shaving. An idea will hit me and I'll write it down. Then, when I'm ready to write, I check my little matchbooks and napkins and find that it is good or it's pretty terrible. There are other times when I don't have any ideas and I'll go into a room and close the door and I sit and sweat it out for a day or a month and eventually I come up with [something].

The only thing standing between me and greatness is me.

It's all through the actors; I cannot write in that idiom

I don't know what the hell I'm doing here. I'm 237 years old, I should be collecting social security.

Real software engineers don't debug programs, they verify correctness. This process doesn't necessarily involve execution of anything on a computer, except perhaps a Correctness Verification Aid package. Sex without love is an empty experience, but, as empty experiences go, it's one of the best.

A "Bay Area Bisexual" told me I didn't quite coincide with either of her desires.

If you want to make God laugh, tell him about your plans.