I am the truth-teller. I tried never to be mean, but Simon did tell me at one point. 'Doug, if you tell the truth, you don't have a choice.

They went back there, looked at all the computers, asked me to come in and tell them what all the computers were for specifically so they knew how to dismantle the network I had been running.

Sherman Austin

We don't bother much about dress and manners in England, because as a nation we don't dress well and we've no manners.

George Bernard Shaw

Why would anyone lie? The truth is always more colorful.

James Hall

I have heard Science Fiction and Fantasy referred to as the fiction of ideas, and I like that definition, but it's the mainstream public that chooses my books for the most part.

Jean M. Auel

In New York I pretty much live in diners - I order French Fries, Diet Coke floats and lots of coffee.

Lana Del Rey

This is the lesson that history teaches: repetition.

Gertrude Stein

My evening visitors, if they cannot see the clock should find the time in my face.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life.

William Congreve

The role of leadership is to transform the complex situation into small pieces and prioritize them.

Carlos Ghosn

World-view is a product of life-view, not vice versa.

Albert Schweitzer

Well, I think In Love and War, which had a wonderful performance by Sandy, Sandra Bullock, who the authorities and, the supposed authorities, in cinema didn't want to know about.

Richard Attenborough

I have seen many cases like N. during the five years I've been in practice. I sometimes picture these unfortunates as men and women being pecked to death by predatory birds. The birds are invisible - at least until a psychiatrist who is good, or lucky, or both, sprays them with his version of Luminol and shines the right light on them - but they are nevertheless very real. The wonder is that so many OCDs manage to live productive lives, just the same. They work, they eat (often not enough or too much, it's true), they go to movies, they make love to their girlfriends and boyfriends, their wives and husbands . . . and all the time those birds are there, clinging to them and pecking away little bits of flesh.

Stephen King