Michelangelo Pistoletto Quotes

#1. silver jubilee. He

Roger A. Price

#2. As a director or writer, you have to be so controlling.

Mike White

#3. The reality of most software development is that the consequences of failure are simply nonexistent.

Dan Kaminsky

#4. Our directives must be reassessed.

Kane

#5. Above all, artists must not be only in art galleries or museums - they must be present in all possible activities. The artist must be the sponsor of thought in whatever endeavor people take on, at every level.

Michelangelo Pistoletto

#6. He feeds upon her face by day and night,
And she with true kind eyes looks back on him,
Fair as the moon and joyful as the light:
Not wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim;
Not as she is, but was when hope shone bright;
Not as she is, but as she fills his dream.

Christina Rossetti

#7. Murderess, murderess, he whispers to himself. It has an allure, a scent almost. Hothouse gardenias. Lurid, but also furtive. He imagines himself breathing it as he draws Grace towards him, pressing his mouth against her. Murderess. He applies it to her throat like a brand.

Margaret Atwood

#8. Before we sit down, he puts his mouth next to my ear and says, I like your hair that way.

Veronica Roth

#9. It is the logic of research and discovery that is tortuous, because it is the logic of science. Whereas the logic of knowledge needs no discovery, because it knows already.

Umberto Eco

#10. It is understandable that the perspectives of men and women on safety are so different
men and women live in different worlds ... at core, men are afraid women will laugh at them, while at core, women are afraid men will kill them.

Gavin De Becker

#11. My girlfriend: sophomore honors student, demigod, and - oh, yeah - head architect for redesigning the palace of the gods on Mount Olympus in her spare time.

Rick Riordan

#12. As far as I'm concerned, ageing is humanity's worst problem, by some serious distance.

Aubrey De Grey

#13. He was one of those susceptible, highly-strung persons who cannot bear to have made a blunder which, though they do not admit it to themselves, is enough to spoil their whole day.

Marcel Proust