A proof that experience is of no use, is that the end of one love does not prevent us from beginning another.

I think any new technology that helps connect and create social cohesion is great. But at the end of the day, you and I are analog creatures. We have to take 'oohs and aahs' and convert them to 0s and 1s and then convert them back to 'oohs and aahs.' Narratives that work in social networks are the exchange of stories that are told well.

Peter Guber

I know it sounds corny, but when you follow your dreams, it happens. And if it's music, take it seriously.

Enrique Iglesias

If you are not in fashion, you are nobody.

Lord Chesterfield, "Letter to hi

The human race is a race of cowards; and I am not only marching in that procession, but carrying a banner.

Mark Twain

Why do writers write? Because it isn't there.

Thomas Berger

Sometimes you make the right decision, sometimes you make the decision right.

Phil McGraw

I didn

Paul Klee

Though science can cause problems, it is not by ignorance that we will solve them.

Isaac Asimov

There is no mistaking a real book when one meets it. It is like falling in love, and like that colossal adventure it is an experience of great social import. Even as the tranced swain, the booklover yearns to tell others of his bliss. He writes letters about it, adds it to the postscript of all manner of communications, intrudes it into telephone messages, and insists on his friends writing down the title of the find. Like the simple-hearted betrothed, once certain of his conquest,

Christopher Morley

True poverty does not come from God.

Yiddish Proverb

Lawrence had done it in a way, and Joyce. But I think it's an important thing to do now and then, to describe the sex act as our descent, or adventure, into a primordial or strange world, having very little to do with how we look in suits or what our educations have been. It's a well of darkness, as it were, that leaves you refreshed.

John Updike, (on the topic of wr

Things are pretty, graceful, rich, elegant, handsome, but, until they speak to the imagination, not yet beautiful.

Ralph Waldo Emerson