I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to [learn calligraphy]. I learned about serif and sans-serif typefaces, about varying the space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful. Historical. Artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture. And I found it fascinating. None of this had any hope of any practical application in my life. But 10 years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would never have multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, it's likely that no personal computer would have them.
Microsoft looks at new ideas, they don't evaluate whether the idea will move the industry forward, they ask, 'how will it help us sell more copies of Windows?'
The Seattle Weekly
April 30, 1998.
You think it's a conspiracy by the networks to put bad shows on TV. But the shows are bad because that's what people want. It's not like Windows users don't have any power. I think they are happy with Windows, and that's an incredibly depressing thought.
They are shamelessly copying us.
I saw something stupid in the paper today - a new alarm clock that makes no noise. It's for people who don't like loud noises. Instead, it slowly hits you with light and gets brighter and brighter until you wake up. I already have one of those...it's called a window.
If you fall out of that window and break both your legs, don't come running to me.
We’ve had DRM in Windows for years. The most common format of music on an iPod is 'stolen.'
Love DRM or my family starves: why Steve Ballmer doesn't Get It
But you lied again. Now you get to watch her leave out the window. Guess that's why they call it 'window pane.
Tree at my window, window tree, my sash is lowered when night comes on; But let there never be curtain drawn between you and me.
The little graveyard where my people are!
So small the window frames the whole of it.
He who looks through an open window sees fewer things than he who looks through a closed window.
Pale Blue Dot
Thus Spoke Zarathustra
How To Stop Worrying And Start Living
The Sirens of Titan
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