My original quips. (At least I think they are original. The “words and gods” quip is the most suspect.)
If you say you are making outsider art, you probably aren't.
A rationalist's road to madness: between two maps of roughly equal probability choose the one that paints you as a worse person.
The brain is an inb4 machine.
Debugging is applied pessimism.
On a long enough timeline, every story becomes cosmic horror.
Touch typing is a sign language.
Words are weapons that subdue people. They can not subdue gods.
Social critics are better at diagnosis than prescriptions.
(Re: “Should C be blamed for the Heartbleed bug?”)
Anything that requires constant vigilance is hard.
Tags: my work, nonfiction.