Melanie Fiona is a singer, a songwriter, she's a super-girl. I can be silly, goofy, really chilled. She's like your cool chill girlfriend, sister-friend. I'm just like everybody else.

My old English buddy, John Rackham, wrote and told me what made science fiction different from all other kinds of literature - science fiction is written according to the science fiction method.

Frederik Pohl

I'm not a kid anymore. And I'm excited for all the amazing things to come.

Paris Hilton

It could be said that a single person has written all the books in the world such central unity is in them that they are undeniably the work of a single all-knowing master.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

People do not mind their faults being spread out before them, but they become impatient if called on to give them up.

Johann von Goethe

Those who consciousness is unified abandon all attachment to the results of action and attain supreme peace. But those whose desires are fragmented, who are selfishly attached to the results of their work, are bound in everything they do.

Bhagavad Gita

The biggest mistake we’ve made as a company is betting on HTML5 over native.

Mark Zuckerberg

The fact that an opinion has been widely held is no evidence whatever that it is not utterly absurd indeed in view of the silliness of the majority of mankind, a widespread belief is more likely to be foolish than sensible.

Bertrand Russell

I'm into being a dad, that's where my focus is most of the time. I'm an actor that's my job, but it's not my life. I have a lot of other interests too.

Paul Walker

To walk through the ruined cities of Germany is to feel an actual doubt about the continuity of civilization.

George Orwell

I'm not too into fast food, but you know if I was, it would be chicken.

Giancarlo Esposito

I've learned, I think, to be able to distinguish between the necessary and the unnecessary as far as my limited outside time is concerned. Saying no politely is a necessity if one wants to lead any kind of stable life.

Richard Chamberlain

The Volunteer AT dawn, he said, I bid them all farewell,To go where bugles call and rifles gleam.And with the restless thought asleep he fell,And glided into dream.A great hot plain from sea to mountain spread, -Through it a level river slowly drawn:He moved with a vast crowd, and at its headStreamed banners like the dawn.There came a blinding flash, a deafening roar,And dissonant cries of triumph and dismay;Blood trickled down the river's reedy shore,And with the dead he lay.The morn broke in upon his solemn dream,And still, with steady pulse and deepening eye,Where bugles call, he said, and rifles gleam,I follow, though I die!

Elbridge Jefferson Cutler, Yale