A lot of hackers set up scam sites. They can impersonate a site like PayPal, for instance.

There are more hackers breeding every day, and more brilliant minds are turning into hackers. Security has advanced, but so have hackers.

Humans make mistakes. Programmers are bound to make mistakes. Hackers, you can bet your life, are going to be there to exploit those mistakes.

In the hacking world, security is more of a response than a proactive measure. They wait for hackers to attack and then they patch, based on the attacks.

I have done conferences explaining that cloud is a bad idea. It's putting all your eggs in one basket.

As the world becomes more digitalized, there are more entry points for hackers.

Where there's a will, there's a way. Hackers tend to find a way. Code is also expanding. More lines of code means more probability that there is an exploit that can be [used].

Back in my era, hacking was all about messing with other hackers. It was a hacker war.

Almost all exploits are simple mistakes.

A lot of people would enter restricted sites just to say they can, and then log out. Today, everything related to hacking seems to be for monetary gain.

When I was hacking, it was more pushing the status quo and seeing how far you can go.

The first step to going somewhere is to begin.

To make someone wait: the constant prerogative of all power, "age-old pastime of humanity".

To want a gift and not receive it, that is a life of torture. To have a gift and lose it--that is eternal hell.

Black and white is how it should be, but shades of grey are the colors I see.

In the development of both capitalism and communism, as we visualize them in the next fifty or a hundred years, the processes that encourage human alienation will continue.

I know when things feel a little, like, intrusive and when they don't. I don't have a lot to hide. But I do sometimes think, don't share everything.

I collect flickering stars in old pickling jars, poking holes in the lids so they can breathe.

The people who come to my shows have dollar signs drawn all over them. They have blue lipstick. I call them my animals because they just go totally mental.

Just as some things are too strange for fiction, others are too true for journalism.