Motto for a research laboratory: what we work on today, others will first think of tomorrow.

A year spent in artificial intelligence is enough to make one believe in God.

Adapting old programs to fit new machines usually means adapting new machines to behave like old ones.

Fools ignore complexity. Pragmatists suffer it. Some can avoid it. Geniuses remove it.

When someone says, "I want a programming language in which I need only say what I want done," give him a lollipop.

It is better to have 100 functions operate on one data structure than to have 10 functions operate on 10 data structures.

In software systems it is often the early bird that makes the worm.

There are two ways to write error-free programs; only the third one works.

A programming language is low level when its programs require attention to the irrelevant.

Syntactic sugar causes cancer of the semicolon.

If your computer speaks English, it was probably made in Japan.

I've been thinking.”That snapped Piper back to the present. Coming from your boyfriend, I've been thinking was kind of a scary line.

Joy and growth come from following our deepest impulses, however foolish they may seem to some, or dangerous, and even though the apparent outcome may be defeat.

I don't get in there and create a character. It's more of a voice that I hear living inside the music.

From the bottom of my heart, I want to thank all the fans of Boston. I love those guys, they have been there for me in the ups and downs.

God will not place a burden on a man's shoulders knowing that he cannot carry it.

A piece of writing takes exactly as long as it needs to be done right.

There is that kind of happiness. There is the love and marriage and family kind of happiness, which is exceedingly boring to describe but nonetheless is important to have and dreadful not to have.

I loved the filthy, gorgeous rawness of Charles Jeffrey. You just wish you could be young enough and cool enough to be part of his gang. That's what fashion's all about.

The only position for women in SNCC is prone.

And the blue gentian-flower, that, in the breeze, Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.