“C++ is my favorite garbage collected language because it generates so little garbage”

You can hide all kinds of clever and dirty code behind a good interface if you really need such code.

The right to be irresponsible and stupid is something I hold very dear. And luckily it is something I do well.

And no, I’m not a walking C++ dictionary. I do not keep every technical detail in my head at all times. If I did that, I would be a much poorer programmer.

Anybody who comes to you and says he has a perfect language is either naive or a salesman.

Always think about how a piece of code should be used: good interfaces are the essence of good code.

Creativity, engineering principles, and evolutionary change are needed to create a satisfactory large system.

Personally, I look forward to better tools for analyzing C++ source code.

To many managers, getting rid of the arrogant, undisciplined, over-paid, technology-obsessed, improperly-dressed etc. programmers would appear to be a significant added benefit

It is easy to study the rules of overloading and of templates without noticing that together they are one of the keys to elegant and efficient type-safe containers.

C++ is designed to allow you to express ideas, but if you don’t have ideas or don’t have any clue about how to express them, C++ doesn’t offer much help.

Most of the programmers in ten years will be us, and we won’t get much smarter.

This evolution may compromise Java’s claim of being simpler than C++, but my guess is that the effort will make Java a better language than it is today.

Java isn’t platform independent; it is a platform

I assume that a sufficiently skilled will be able to do anything not explicitly forbidden by the hardware.

C makes it easy to shoot yourself in the foot; C++ makes it harder, but when you do it blows your whole leg off.

I would encourage nonproprietary standards for tools and libraries.

Water and air, the two essential fluids on which all life depends, have become global garbage cans.

My wife is always trying to get rid of me. The other day she told me to put the garbage out. I said to her I already did. She told me to go and keep an eye on it.

Water and air, the two essential fluids on which all life depends, have become global garbage cans.

Beauty is in the strangest places. A piece of garbage floating in the wind. And that beauty exists in America. It exists everywhere. You have to develop an eye for it and be able to see it.

You heard it here first!’ Who cares? That’s nothing but a vanity play. If it’s not right, it’s garbage.

It is a voice that cuts you like a razor, but you can still hear the innocence in it, a claim to purity that soars out of the garbage of her throat, carrying evil harmonies.

Most of what was released has always been garbage and some has been able to get through and last.

Would you really dig into yesterday’s garbage to make tonight’s meal? Do you dig into yesterday’s mental garbage to create today’s experiences?