Sagara Sangamam Quotes

#1. So much of creativity is the feeling that you're either getting a gift from some other dimension or some other part of yourself.

John Hodgman

#2. The homemade pie has been under siege for a century, and surely its survival is endangered.

Janet Clarkson

#3. She looked back as well as she could; but it was all confusion. She had taken up the idea, she supposed and made everything bend to it.

Jane Austen

#4. I loved the show Lost, in part because the writers were so nimble in how they would take things from previous episodes, that probably weren't created with any intent towards a larger narrative, and they would get woven into narratives in a really elegant and exciting way.

Ed Helms

#5. Can a robot be brave? Can it selflessly sacrifice? Can a robot, trained to identify and engage targets, have some sense of ethics or restraint?

Eric Schmidt

#6. There is a Zone whose even Years
No Solstice interrupt -
Whose Sun constructs perpetual Noon
Whose perfect Seasons wait -
Whose Summer set in Summer, till
The Centuries of June
And Centuries of August cease
And Consciousness - is Noon.

Emily Dickinson

#7. Morning's great that way. You can cry yourself to sleep and wake up wondering what the fuss was over.

Terri Farley

#8. It is, in truth, the most absurd of all suppositions, that a human being can be educated, or even nourished and brought up, without imbibing numberless prejudices from every thing which passes around him.

Anna Letitia Barbauld

#9. When you demand perfection within yourself, you become more fallible.

Bryant McGill

#10. We may have different backgrounds, but we believe in the same dream that says this is a country where anything's possible. No matter who you are. No matter where you come from.

Barack Obama

#11. I had a hard childhood. Hard for my parents. Not that bad for me.

Michael Grant

#12. Was that the point about scattering ashes: that in the end they looked the same? Not just the snout and the tail, but a dog's ashes and a man's ashes. All reducible, with the addition of a little flame, to this mottled dust?

Clive Barker

#13. As your presence here, means the absence of my sanity.

Ika Natassa

#14. If you didn't have a real good imagination you'd probably think those noises were the sounds of some kid blowing a horn for the first time, but I knew better than that. I could tell those were the squeaks and squawks of one door closing and another one opening.

Christopher Paul Curtis