Book: Digital fortress

Sometimes it looks like it is actually.

- Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
Susan was puzzled.
Is in Latin, explained Hale. - Satyr of Juvenal. It means "Who will guard the guards?".
I don't understand. Who will guard the guards?
- That's it. If we're the guards of society, then who will watch over us, lest we become a threat to society?

I obviously don't have the gloss,
But my love without wax.

Forgiveness was the only path leading to enlightenment.

Strathmore turned slowly to look at Susan. Motionless, she stood at the door surowiecki. Strathmore looked at her tear-stained face, and it seemed to him that all of it lit up in the glow of daylight. Angel, he thought. He wanted to see her eyes, he hoped to find in them deliverance. But there was only death. The death of her faith in him. Love and honor were forgotten. The dream that he had lived all these years, died. He will never get Susan Fletcher. Never.

Everything is possible, the impossible just takes more time.

Who will guard the guards?

In "cosmopolitan" it is written that 2/3 of requests to RUB his back end with sex.

Hackers are like hyenas: it's one big family, happily announcing any opportunities to profit.

Using the force, you will meet with resistance. But force the opponent to think as beneficial to you, and you instead of the enemy ally.

Business is war, which is nothing like the thrills.

The absorption of enormous amounts of information is akin to promiscuity: what safety precautions do not take, sooner or later you'll catch something nasty.

We all have the right to confidentiality.

They say that the moment of death, everything becomes abundantly clear.