Cannibals Prefer Those Who Have No Spines.

Behind Every Glorious Facade There Is Always Hidden Something Ugly.

A Smart Machine Will First Consider Which Is More Worth Its While: To Perform The Given Task Or, Instead, To Figure Some Way Out Of It.

No One Reads; If Someone Does Read, He Doesn't Understand; If He Understands, He Immediately Forgets.

The Only Writers Who Have Any Peace Are The Ones Who Don't Write. And There Are Some Like That. They Wallow In A Sea Of Possibilities. To Express A Thought, You First Have To Limit It, And That Means Kill It. Every Word I Speak Robs Me Of A Thousand Others, And Every Line I Write Means Giving Up Another.

Cannibals Prefer Those Who Have No Spines.