I was supposed to be women's lib, and now I'd exceeded it and gone over into international politics.

When I climb into my car, I enter my destination into a GPS device, whose spatial memory supplants my own. I have photographs to store the images I want to remember, books to store knowledge and now, thanks to Google, I rarely have to remember anything more than the right set of search terms to access humankind's collective memory.

Joshua Foer

To be playful is not to be trivial or frivolous, or to act as if nothing of consequence will happen. On the contrary, when we are playful everything that happens is of consequence, for seriousness is a dread of the unpredictable outcome of open possibility. To be serious is to press for a specified conclusion. To be playful is to allow for unlimited possibility.

James P. Carse

Everybody's for democracy in principle. It's only in practice that the thing gives rise to stiff objections.

Meg Greenfield

In this world, full often, our joys are only the tender shadows which our sorrows cast.

Henry Ward Beecher

Thou has done a deed whereat valour will weep.

William Shakespeare

If passion drives you, let reason hold the reins.

Benjamin Franklin

Was this what it meant to love someone? That any burden was a burden shared, that they could give you comfort with a word or a touch?

Cassandra Clare

Let who will make the laws of a nation so long as I am permitted to make her songs.

Andrew Fletcher

I'm not asking any of you to make drastic changes to every single one of your recipes or to totally change the way you do business. But what I am asking is that you consider reformulating your menu in pragmatic and incremental ways to create healthier versions of the foods that we all love.

Michelle Obama

I woke up, smiling to myself at this dream with its allegorical aspects but with no real meaning.

Jean De Berg

He had been for many years, a quiet silent man, associating but little with other men, and used to companionship with his own thoughts. He had never known before the strength of the want in his heart for the frequent recognition of a nod, a look, a word; or the immense amount of relief that had been poured into it by drops through such small means.

Charles Dickens

Her last conscious thought was disgust at life; her senses had lied to her. The world was not made of energy and delight but of foulness, betrayal, and lassitude. Living was hateful, and death was no better, and from end to end of the universe this was the first and last and only truth.

Philip Pullman