Quotes About Echo Chambers

#1. we've played right into it and created our own echo chambers of propaganda.

Nathaniel Greene

#2. Any effects created before 1975 were done with either tape or echo chambers or some kind of acoustic treatment. No magic black boxes!

Alan Parsons

#3. It's honestly a wonder that writing groups produce writers at all, instead of walking insecurities raised entirely in echo chambers of bad advice.

Brandon Sanderson

#4. A fantastic model of collaboration: thinking partners who aren't echo chambers.

Margaret Heffernan

#5. I thought i was learning to live but i was learning to die

Leonardo Da Vinci

#6. Being a celebrity, you can remain a child for ever, almost. You get away with more; you can get too pampered and it's not healthy.

Geri Halliwell

#7. I'm not going to lie to you fellas, I've been drinking

Artie Lange

#8. When a horror movie is well done, I love it and I put it up in esteem with any other genre.

David Hayter

#9. When you look at a Congress that has an 84 percent disapproval rating, that means that for the most part, the people of this country, and certainly California, are looking for new leadership.

Elizabeth Emken

#10. Genres are just bottles for the various boats. The boats matter to me.

Julianna Baggott

#11. Democracy demands that little men should not take big ones too seriously; it dies when it is full of little men who think they are big themselves.

C.S. Lewis

#12. This was something he'd done a great deal of when he was very young, so young the memory was washed to sepia with age.

Heidi Cullinan

#13. once again, placed upon a forgotten shelf--never to be read.

Anonymous

#14. I thought I was a fool for no one;
But ooh baby I'm a fool for you;
You're the queen of the superficial;
how long before you tell the truth?

Matthew Bellamy

#15. Concordantly, while your first question may be the most pertinent, you may or may not realize it is also the most irrelevant.

Oscar Wilde

#16. I function as an asterisk in the limbic system.

S. Kelley Harrell

#17. My little cup brims with tiddles.

Vladimir Nabokov