He knew what he was experiencing was a basic error in programming, and he wished he could open up his brain and delete the bad code. Unfortunately, the human brain is every bit as closed a system as a Mac.
Maybe it was the willingness to play that hinted at a tender, eternally newborn part in all humans. Maybe it was the willingness to play that kept one from despair.
Other people’s parents are often a delight.
It is the same world, she thought, but I am different. Or is it a different world, but I am the same?
Though you cannot see him, you become aware of the fact that your father is sitting on the floor. He is folding cranes so that your mother can string them. This is marriage.
We must fill our infinite days with something.
A programmer is a diviner of possible outcomes, and a seer of unseen worlds.
Time was mathematically explicable; it was the heart – the part of the brain represented by the heart – that was the mystery.
And the thing about games is, if you get good at one game, you can be good at any game. That’s what I think. They’re all hand-eye coordination and observing patterns.
A glimmer of a notion of a nothing of a whisper of a figment of an idea.
In games, the thing that matters most is the order of things. The game has an algorithm, but the player also must create a play algorithm in order to win. There is an order to any victory. There is an optimal way to play any game.
They say success kills relationships, but the lack of it will do it just as quickly.
To be alive was to accept that your were fundamentally alone.
Why make anything if you don’t believe it could be great?
Always remember, mine Sadie: life is very long, unless it is not.
The most successful people are also the most able to change their mindsets.
What does love even mean when you can find it with so many people and things?
How do I go on when the person I love most in the world is in love with someone else? Someone tell me the solution, he thought, so I don’t have to play this losing game all the way through.
What I think you should consider... is the rarity of finding a playmate.
When Sam had described the relationship between Marx and his father, he had said it was fraught, that Watanabe-san was demanding and sometimes even demeaning to Marx. Sadie saw no evidence of that. She found Marx’s father to be bright, interesting, and engaged. Other people’s parents are often a delight.