All the intelligence and talent in the world can't make a singer. The voice is a wild thing. It can't be bred in captivity. It is a sport, like the silver fox. It happens.

Learning is finding out what we already know. Doing is demonstrating that you know it. Teaching is reminding others that they know just as well as you. You are all learners, doers and teachers.

Richard Bach, Illusions: Reflect

To become a champion, fight one more round.

Anonymous

IBM has taken a leadership role in this area and is prepared to be a technology partner with companies around the world to take advantage of these new developments.

John Patrick

I owe much to mother. She had an expert's understanding, but also approached art emotionally.

David Rockefeller

Marriage equality is about more than just marriage. It's about something greater. It's about acceptance.

Charlize Theron

I wasn't even 20 at the time, but it taught me something about drugs. They can take a good man, a warm, funny, loving family man, and turn him into a loser and worse.

Michael Bergin

False riches, consisting of money, houses and lands, acquired by selfish means at cost to others and thereafter used selfishly, are almost always used for the oppression of other persons.

Joseph Franklin Rutherford

Love and doubt have never been on speaking terms.

Khalil Gibran

I'm not a political person. When I start to get into it, it just upsets me. I feel so powerless when it comes to politics. So I've just decided to be non-political and very, very pro-soldier.

Channing Tatum

While walking in a toy store The day before today,I overheard a Crayon BoxWith many things to say.I don't like red! said Yellow.And Green said, Nor do I!And no one here likes Orange,But no one knows quite why.We are a box of crayonsthat really doesn't get along,Said Blue to all the others.Something here is wrong!Well, i bought that box of crayonsAnd took it home with meAnd laid out all the crayonsSo the crayons could all seeThey watched me as I coloredWith Red and Blue and GreenAnd Black and White and OrangeAnd every color in betweenThey watched as Green became the grassAnd Blue became the sky.The Yellow sun was shining brightOn White clouds drifting by.Colors changing as they touched,Becoming something new.They watched me as I colored.They watched till I was through.And when I'd finally finished,I began to walk away.And as I did the Crayon boxHad something more to say...I do like Red! said the YellowAnd Green said, So do I!And Blue you are terrific!So high up in the sky.We are a Box of CrayonsEach of us unique,But when we get togetherThe picture is complete.

Anon., Box Of Crayons (Original

I long for the raised voice, the howl of rage or love.

Leslie Fiedler

I hate science fiction.

James Dyson