This was a manuscript of the night we couldn't read - Sal Paradise
Design is not just what it looks like and feels like. Design is how it works.
The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced. Every other wound we seek to heal - every other affliction to forget; but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open...
Nothing amazes me anymore.
The man who can fully understand the word covenant is a theologian. That is the key of all theology—the covenant of works by which we fell, and the covenant of grace by which we stand, Christ fulfilli...
It is still cheating, even if nobody comes.
If you caress me one more time, you will melt the butter on my toast.
I consider my mom and all my sisters my friends.
People and institutions that refuse to admit error eventually discredit themselves.
Our lives sometimes depend on computers performing as predicted.
Use the wings of the flying Universe, Dream with open eyes; See in darkness.