The true epic of our times is not "Arm's and the Man," but "Tools and the Man"--an infinitely wider kind of epic.
It’s a cat. Boy, you couldn’t slip anything past me tonight.
And then there are the rare ones who know love, who understand it. Who freely give of themselves, demanding only a return of that love,that trust.
I told you, computers are like women. If you shout at them or ask them to do too many things at once, they shut down and you won't even get a sniff" pg. 4
Being poor is not an indication of potential or worth. It’s a lack of resources.
Sure, he had a wife and fifty-four kids, but he looked like a college freshman. A yummy college freshman majoring in Oh-my-god-I-gotta-get-me-some-of-that.
I was cold, hungry, and in a hole in the ground. But at least I had my elven porn, damnit!
I'm basically a really happy person. My life is nuts, but it feels complete.
The chief service I owe you, O God, is that every thought and word of mine should speak of you.
The man who comes up with a means for doing or producing almost anything better, faster or more economically has his future and his fortune at his fingertips.
I walked in the meadows of green grieving for my life.