If I write too much of anything for too long, I burn out on it. So it helps to vary my output from year to year.

Back before the internet we had a name for people who bought a single copy of our books and lent them to all their friends without charging: we called them "librarians".

Idiots emit bogons, causing machinery to malfunction in their presence. System administrators absorb bogons, letting machinery work again.

The programmers have another saying: 'The question of whether a machine can think is no more interesting than the question of whether a submarine can swim.'

Nothing stands for content-free corporate bullshit quite like PowerPoint. And that's just scratching the surface.

More often than not, piracy is a symptom of an under-provisioned market.

Steampunk is nothing more than what happens when Goths discover brown.

One ape's hallucination is another ape's religious experience - it just depends on which one’s god module is overactive at the time.

Unfortunately it's also true to say that good management is a bit like oxygen - it's invisible and you don't notice its presence until it's gone, and then you're sorry.

Any civilization where the main symbol of religious veneration is a tool of execution is a bad place to have children.

Fiction is about human beings, first and foremost. (It's not impossible to write fiction with no human protagonists, but it's very hard to keep the reader interested ...)

Cheap people often are not very happy because they love money more than they love their families

It seems like the best escape games come from Japan for some reason. It makes me proud.

Christmas makes everything twice as sad.

The biggest rap on me is that I don't find a Watergate every couple of years. Well, Watergate was unique. It's not something Carl Bernstein, I, or the Washington Post caused.

I’ve decided to pick my moment to retire very carefully – in about 200 years’ time.

I can't tell one from the other:I find you or you find me?There was a time before we were born If someone asks, this is where I'll be.

Ah, what without a heaven would be even love!--a perpetual terror of the separation that must one day come.

Any group of persons – prisoners, primitives, pilots, or patients – develop a life of their own that becomes meaningful, reasonable and normal once you get close to it.

Never miss a party if you can make it!

Appear at points which the enemy must hasten to defend; march swiftly to places where you are not expected.