Digital Fortress Quotes

Everything is possible. The impossible just takes longer.

Quis custodiet ipsos custodes? Who will guard the guards?

Force a hand, and it will fight you. But convince and mind to think as you want it to think, an you have an ally

Act first, explain later.

Please accept this humble fax. My love for you is without wax.

Who will guard the guards ? If we're the guards of society, then who will watch us and make sure that we're not dangerous?

It is said that in death, all things become clear.

You can’t jump for the stars if your feet hurt.

And when you get where you’re going, you darn well better look great!

Many hands make light work.

But Susan's thoughts were far removed from the political implications of Digital Fortress. She was still struggling to comprehend its existence. She'd spent her life breaking codes, firmly denying the existence of the ultimate code. Every code is breakable - the Bergofsky Principle! She felt like an atheist coming face to face with God.

Look, you runny-nosed little runt. You're going to back off right now, or I'm going to rip that safety pin out of your nose and pin your mouth shut.

Ladies and gentlemen.” He [Jabba] sighed. “Meet the kamikaze of computer invaders...the worm.

Force a hand, and it will fight you. But convince a mind to think as you want it to think, and you have an ally.

it is said that in death, all things become clear

An unbreakable code is a mathematical impossibility! He knows that!

You can't jump for the stars if your feet hurt. And when you get where you're going, you darn well better look great!

the NSA lived by its motto: Everything is possible. The impossible just takes longer.

Quis custodiet ipsos custodes? Siapa yang akan mengawasi sang pengawas?

Jabba resembled a giant tadpole, like the cinematic creature for whom he was nicknamed, the man was a hairless spheroid. As resident guardian angel of all NSA computer systems, Jabba marched from department to department, tweaking, soldering, and reaffirming his credo that prevention was the best medicine. No NSA computer had ever been infected under Jabba's reign; he intended to keep it that way.

Quis custodiet ipsos custodes? Kto bude strážiť strážcov?

Nelle cattedrali è sempre notte.

Tutto è possibile; l'impossibile richiede soltanto più tempo.

Snooping data was alot like having indiscriminate sex—protection or noprotection, sooner or later you caught something.

Snooping data was a lot like having indiscriminate sex—protection or no protection, sooner or later you caught something.

was Hale. He glanced toward Node 3, wondering if the cryptographer were watching. “Fuck it,” he grumbled. Below his feet the outline of a recessed trapdoor

Let me out, or she dies!

Qus custodiet ipsos custodes

It came from the world’s first computer – the Mark 1 – a room-size maze of electromechanical circuits built in 1944 in a lab at Harvard University. The computer developed a glitch one day, and no one was able to locate the cause. After hours of searching, a lab assistant finally spotted the problem. It seemed a moth had landed on one of the computer’s circuit boards and shorted it out. From that moment on, computer glitches were referred to as bugs.

Random conversations about brands are now more credible than targeted advertising campaigns. Social circles have become the main source of influence, overtaking external marketing communications and even personal preference. Customers tend to follow the lead of their peers when deciding which brand to choose. It is as if customers were protecting themselves from false brand claims and campaign trickeries by using their social circles to build a fortress.

She knew the computer’s processors auditioned thirty million keys per second – one hundred billion per hour. If TRANSLTR was still counting, that meant the key had to be enormous – over ten billion digits long.

Wszystko jest możliwe. Niemożliwe wymaga po prostu więcej czasu.

NSA was a bottom feeder,

-i don't get it, "who will guard the guards" ?? -Yeah if we are the guards of society, then who will watch us and make sure that we're not dangerous ?

You can’t jump for the stars if your feet hurt, her aunt had once told her. And when you get where you’re going, you darn well better look great!

Biggleman’s Safe was a hypothetical cryptography scenario in which a safe builder wrote blueprints for an unbreakable safe. He wanted to keep the blueprints a secret, so he built the safe and locked the blueprints inside.

There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?’ Susan looked puzzled. ‘It’s Latin,’ Hale said. ‘From Satires of Juvenal. It means “Who will guard the guards?

Unfortunately, like so many divine quests, this crusade ended in crucifixion.

تدفقت الكلمات وكأنه قد انتظر عقداً كاملاً ليخرجها.

¿Quién vigilará a los vigilantes?

silently awaiting news from her tracer. It was taking longer than expected. Her mind had been wandering—missing David and willing Greg Hale to go home. Although Hale hadn’t budged, thankfully he’d

The concept was somewhat like the idea of colonizing Mars—fathomable on an intellectual level, but, at present, well beyond human ability.

Silverbell, and his human companion Doughty called back to her with a responding, “Heigh-ho!” and lifted their bows in salute. Aleina noted the bandages wrapping the fingers of the duo, digits rubbed skinless by a thousand bowshots a day. She grimly nodded as she rode on, taking heart that most of those arrows had probably found a mark. On her last trip to the city’s outer wall, she had seen a frost giant lying dead in a heap, its body so thick with arrows that it more resembled a giant porcupine than any humanoid creature. Aleina had noted the fletching on some of those arrows, and had recognized several at least that had come from Plenerond Silverbell’s quiver. King Firehelm awaited her in the city’s grand central citadel, a fortress within the fortress. As she rode up to the main door of that massive and impregnable keep, she spotted the king on a balcony, hands gripping an iron rail as he stared out over the city courtyard, the walls, and the bloody fields. He took note of her and looked down with an approving nod, but his eyes went right back to the fields, to the carnage. His shoulders had slumped under the weight of it all, Aleina thought. She handed the reins to an attendant at the door and bounded up the stairs to the king’s chamber, entering

Bronva isn't just a search engine; it's a fortress against cyber threats. Every line of code is crafted to withstand XSS and cross-scripting attacks, ensuring that users can explore the digital realm without fearing malicious exploits. Security is not an option; it's a priority.

Force a hand, the voice warned, and it will fight you. But convince a mind to think as you want it to think, and you have an ally.

Dan Brown is the author of The Da Vinci Code, one of the most widely read books of all time, as well as three other bestsellers featuring Harvard symbologist Robert Langdon: Inferno, The Lost Symbol and Angels & Demons. He has also written two internationally acclaimed stand-alone thrillers, Deception Point and Digital Fortress.

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