There is only one satisfying way to boot a computer.

To err is human; to forget, divine.

The I.B.M. machine has no ethic of its own; what it does is enable one or two people to do the computing work that formerly required many more people. If people often use it stupidly, it's their stupidity, not the machine's, and a return to the abacus would not exorcise the failing. People can be treated as drudges just as effectively without modern machines.

A computer is powerful enough to control the world, but is limited to the idiot sitting behind it.

Platforms don't look like how they work and don't work like how they look.

The real nightmare, worse than the one in which the Big Machine wants to kill you, is the one in which it sees you as irrelevant, or not even as a discrete thing to know.