Booklets Quotes

#1. I can follow pretty much every programming language out there, I can make a two-hundred-year-old diary out of some really nasty ingredients, I can even make sense out of the instruction booklets that come with IKEA furniture, but I can*not* make heads or tails of this nonsense right here.

Keith R.A. DeCandido

#2. When I first came over to the States, I started writing, I think, as a way to help myself learn English. I would start stapling together little booklets for myself.

Marie Lu

#3. Men should come with instruction booklets.

Cathy Guisewite

#4. Technology frightens me to death. It's designed by engineers to impress other engineers. And they always come with instruction booklets that are written by engineers for other engineers - which is why almost no technology ever works.

John Cleese

#5. Babies don't come with instruction booklets. You'd learn the same way we all do
you'd read up on dinosaurs, you'd Google backhoes and skidders. And you don't need a penis to go buy a baseball glove.

Jodi Picoult

#6. We continue to have nuclear weapons relied on as a weapon of choice. If that policy were to continue, we continue to have countries who are in a security bind, if you like, or perceive themselves to be in security bind to look for acquisition of nuclear weapons.

Mohamed ElBaradei

#7. Time is the father of truth, its mother is our mind.

Giordano Bruno

#8. I will have to make tactical decisions, technical decisions and emotional decisions. This time it was a tactical one.

Tony Adams

#9. I didn't drop into the mannerisms of another version of the character, but I guess I was pretty alert to that.

John Noble

#10. A lot healthier than getting socked in the stomach. Especially if you had a big breakfast.

James Patterson

#11. The day passed as it always did - in slow motion, with a thousand plaintive glances at the clock. But now it was even more unbearable, because every minute I wasted in school was another minute in which I failed to find her.

John Green

#12. A primrose by the river's brim
A yellow rose was to him.
And it was nothing more

William Wordsworth