Stanley Kubrick Quotes
If man merely sat back and thought about his impending termination, and his terrifying insignificance and aloneness in the cosmos, he would surely go mad, or succumb to a numbing sense of futility. Why, he might ask himself, should he bother to write a great symphony, or strive to make a living, or even to love another, when he is no more than a momentary microbe on a dust mote whirling through the unimaginable immensity of space?
Stanley Kubrick
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One of the great things about young people is that they do question, that they do care deeply about justice, and they they have open minds.
Zack de la Rocha
Rage Against the Machine
Learning options will indeed mushroom for business students and leaders, but it will take prudence and shrewdness to find and utilize the best option.
Warren Bennis
I've been so lucky and blessed because words and stuff come so easy to me. I have a good memory.
Kaley Cuoco
I'm a girl from Queens. I've never gone, 'What am I doing today? Oh, I'm gonna grab a gun and learn how to use it.'
Zoe Saldana
We, some cast members and I, even went on a weekend trip together and spent the weekend at an inn, because we enjoy each other's company so much, and it was so cool.
Victor Garber
You promote your films; it's part of your job. You do the magazine covers and stuff, and then I try to live a really normal life. I definitely don't try to make it into any more craziness than it is.
Kate Bosworth
When I'm sitting at the desk not being able to write line one, it's silence and despair! It's not so easy to put the pen to the legal pad or type the first sentence on the computer screen.
Erica Jong
Bravery is not the absence of fear. Bravery is the ability to operate effectively even while totally terrified.
Stuart Wilde
Strive not with your superiors in argument, but always submit your judgment to others with modesty.
George Washington
If man merely sat back and thought about his impending termination, and his terrifying insignificance and aloneness in the cosmos, he would surely go mad, or succumb to a numbing sense of futility. Why, he might ask himself, should he bother to write a great symphony, or strive to make a living, or even to love another, when he is no more than a momentary microbe on a dust mote whirling through the unimaginable immensity of space?
Stanley Kubrick
