Kevin Mitnick Quotes

Nature's far too subtle to repeat herself.

The essence of life is statistical improbability on a colossal scale.

Instead of inventing a gobbledygook password, you join three simple words that come from a thought known only to you. If one day you were driving to work and ran over a frog that ended up flat, you might choose 'frog work flat.'

How do we know for sure that no two snowflakes are the same - we haven't got anybody watching.

Adjective salad is delicious, with each element contributing its individual and unique flavor; but a puree of adjective soup tastes yecchy.

Without those hackers, we wouldn't solve the problems we need to solve, especially security.

I don't think it's always a sign of respect for persons (inside or outside of fiction) to pretend to be able to represent, to have access to, their multi-dimensionality at every moment. That doesn't imply people aren't multi-dimensional.

Wines are like women in that it's often the imperfections that fascinate.

I'd take a look at my own self in the mirror and wonder how it was possible that anybody could manage such an enormous thing as being what he was.

Life is so complicated a game that the devices of skill are liable to be defeated at every turn by air-blown chances, incalculable as the descent of thistle-down.

The world we inhabit is abundant beyond our wildest imagination. There are trees, dreams, sunrises; there are thunderstorms, shadows, rivers; there are wars, flea bites, love affairs; there are the lives of people, Gods, entire galaxies. The simplest human action varies from one person and occasion to the next-how else would we recognize our friends only from their gait, posture, voice, and divine their changing moods? Only a tiny fraction of this abundance affects our minds. This is a blessing, not a drawback.

We are the accidental result of an unplanned process ... the fragile result of an enormous concatenation of improbabilities, not the predictable product of any definite process.

In the era of big brains, life stories could end up any which way. Look at mine.

The greatest miracle of all, the human being.

Normal is a cycle on the washing machine. There is no such thing when it comes to human beings.

If there is no randomness in the universe, then what do we mean by chaos?

She may have looked normal on the outside, but once you'd seen her handwriting you knew she was deliciously complicated inside.

No place is too common.

People are flawed. I like peaking into their flaws. The way to humanize them is not to play them in any general way, but to make them very specific. If you make them specific, they have hopes and dreams and loves and vulnerabilities and quirks and you get to know them and you get to appreciate them.

I'm an oddity of one, my strangeness too complicated to explain or share.

the only people worth writing about are those about whom the last word cannot be said.

The world never stops unmaking what the world never stops making. But who says the world has to make sense?

In a world like this one, only the random makes sense.

Java is C++ without the guns, clubs and knives.

People are too various to be treated so lightly. I am too various to be trusted.