Well madam, have you looked in the mirror and seen the state of your nose? Boxing is my excuse. What’s yours?
ALAN COOPERTo our human minds, computers behave less like rocks and trees than they do like humans, so we unconsciously treat them like people.
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My computer’s memory stores a million phone numbers with perfect accuracy, but I have to stop and think to recall my own.
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In other words, humans have special instincts that tell them how to behave around other sentient beings.
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If you are making a chair, the sandpaper can make it smoother. But no amount of sandpaper will turn a chair into a table.
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It’s harder than you might think to squander millions of dollars, but a flawed software development process is a tool well suited to the job.
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Touring hard and then working on putting the next one out. I don’t need to break. I just need to put a record out.
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No matter how beautiful, no matter how cool your interface, it would be better if there were less of it.
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Computers no longer interface with humans–they interact, and the interaction will become steadily deeper, more subtle, and more crucial to our collective sanity and ultimate survival.
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We don’t fight about music. We don’t fight about artistic direction.
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There’s only one thing you can use against pure logic, and that’s common sense.
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If you are not going to produce albums then you are not going to produce new fans. It’s impossible.
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The things like that we could fight about, we really don’t. We are pretty lucky for that.
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Computer memories work in a manner alien to human memories. My memory lets me recognize the faces of my friends, whereas my own computer never even recognizes me.
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You can get spiritual things out of books and stories and they have nothing to do with religion.
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You Don’t Have to Go Home from Work Exhausted!
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To scenes by memory’s silver chain Close-linked, and ever yet apart, That like the vine, whose tendrils young Around some fostering branch have clung, Grown with its growth, as tho’ it sprung From one united heart.
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