There are places where the mind dies so that a truth which is its very denial may be born.
Collecting is my joy; it gives me great satisfaction.
It's going to be over soon, so I don't really have time to get busy.
I'm always shocked when I see myself because I don't recognize myself.
I hate to look at myself in a mirror, and I never go and see films.
I have no problem with nudity. I can look at myself. I like walking around nude. It doesn't bother me. I see all the people walking around nude; it doesn't bother me.
Even if you have $20,000 to buy an item, you still try to get a good price at antique stores. I collect furniture, rugs, paintings, frames. It's my hobby to go around to shops and markets.
I mean, I'm always happy if I have, like, humiliating asshole things that I did. I think: Oh good, that's a good story. Because if you write about humiliating asshole things other people do it doesn't work as well. I mean, you can, but you can get away with it better if you talk about what an asshole you are. It's much easier.
Yet somehow the thing that startled me most, after a week or two had passed, was that I had in fact survived.
If you want more effective programmers, you will discover that they should not waste their time debugging, they should not introduce the bugs to start with.
I don't just work! I think about my work, reflect on my work and think of what changes can I make, how can I elevated my game.