Marshall McLuhan Quotes
Bless Madison Ave for restoring the magical art of the cavemen to suburbia. (p. 130)
Marshall McLuhan
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We can have a World War, I see absolutely no reason why we shouldn't have a World Party.
Vanna Bonta
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In captivity, one loses every way of acting over little details which satisfy the essentials of life. Everything has to be asked for: permission to go to the toilet, permission to ask a guard something, permission to talk to another hostage - to brush your teeth, use toilet paper, everything is a negotiation.
Ingrid Betancourt
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Lyrics are so important, I hate every second of writing them, but it's something I take great pride in when it's finished.
Nate Ruess
Fun.
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I am young, and I think all young guys would love to play a superhero - any superhero - it doesn't matter. I could be a superhero that would just turn into a big blob or something like that, but I could tell all the ladies, 'Hey, I am superhero!'
Daniel Curtis Lee
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As many of you know I travel a good bit and do not get to see my friends and family as much as I would like.
Natalie Gulbis
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Initially, it would bother me when filmmakers, script writers, dialogue writers and choreographers tried to recreate a bit of my dad though me.
Ram Charan
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My concept of successful living is escaping the matrix.
Lauryn Hill
Fugees
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Relationships, like cars, should undergo regular services to make sure they are still roadworthy.
Zygmunt Bauman
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First and foremost, when I think of him - I'm prejudiced; I worked for the guy for six and a half years - when I think of him, I think of him first and foremost as an idea politician.
John Podesta
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With Tommy, gift-giving is an art form. Whatever he bestows on you is more likely than not going to be something absurd and cheap and tacky, but the way he offers it always makes you feel as if you were receiving an oblation. I don’t know how he does it. It’s a bizarre kind of magic; he somehow makes you believe that the useless thing in his outstretched hands is actually a chunk of his heart that he’s torn out, just for you. He holds it up for your inspection, and it glows between his fingers like a candle in a cave. And as if that weren’t enough, he makes it absolutely clear that he doesn’t want anything in return, not even your gratitude, so all you can do is stand there with a stupefied look on your face and humbly accept what he’s vouchsafing you.
Bart Yates
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Bless Madison Ave for restoring the magical art of the cavemen to suburbia. (p. 130)
Marshall McLuhan