Sometimes when you fill a vacuum, it still sucks.

UNIX is basically a simple operating system, but you have to be a genius to understand the simplicity.

The only way to learn a new programming language is by writing programs in it.

Unix has retarded OS research by 10 years and linux has retarded it by 20.

C was already implemented on several quite different machines and OSs, Unix was already being distributed on the PDP-11, but the portability of the whole system was new

C is quirky, flawed, and an enormous success.

C++ and Java, say, are presumably growing faster than plain C, but I bet C will still be around.

For infrastructure technology, C will be hard to displace.

A language that doesn't have everything is actually easier to program in than some that do

... with proper design, the features come cheaply. This approach is arduous, but continues to succeed.

I'm not a person who particularly had heros when growing up.

It is the relationship between the physical environment and the environed organism, between physiography and ontography (to coin a term), that constitutes the essential principles of geography today.

As I read the Qur’an and prayed the Islamic prayers, a door to my heart was unsealed and I was immersed in an overwhelming tenderness.

I smiled sadly and whispered, "I would have taken a bullet for you, too, you know.""I know, " he whispered gruffly and lifted my chin, "and that pisses me off and turns me on at the same time.

Forethought we may have undoubtedly but not foresight.

The sun and its retinue of planets drift as a group through the vast gulfs of space that separate the stars.

It is the false shame of fools to try to conceal wounds that have not healed.

Sure, I'd love to have children some day. But world domination comes first.

A man who wouldn't cheat for a poke don't want one bad enough. --Augustus "Gus" McCrae

Among these things, one thing seems certain - that nothing certain exists and that there is nothing more pitiful or more presumptuous than man.

My temptation is quiet. Here at life's end Neither loose imagination Nor the mill of the mind Consuming its rag and bone, Can make the truth known.