Andrew S. Tanenbaum Quotes
Never underestimate the bandwidth of a station wagon full of tapes hurtling down the highway.
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Martyrdom does not end something, it only a beginning.
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I don't know anything about science.
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The Green Hornet was a human superhero. And he didn't wear a clown costume. And he was a criminal - in the eyes of the law - and in the eyes of the criminal world.
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To fairy flutes, As the light advances, In square black boots The cabman dances.
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Acts of one-sided diplomacy on the part of the Bush administration.
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To Mark's benefit, ... I think he's been really consistent with his play since we started back this year. I think he's been confident and sure.
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People change and things go wrong but just remember life goes on.
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Sometimes you have to be forced away from your work to realize youve made too much of it, to remember it doesnt define you.
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I used to produce years ago when I feel like. I produced myself, Bounty Killer. That was the first set. Then I did a Bounty Killer, Lexxus, Spragga Benz, Sizzla, a whole lot of artist.
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An impersonal and scientific knowledge of the structure of our bodies is the surest safeguard against prurient curiosity and lascivious gloating.
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Where there is no faith, devils are a necessity.
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Outer changes always begin with an inner change of attitude.
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Magic is believing in yourself, if you can do that, you can make anything happen.
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God loves us too much to pretend our sin isn't there. Sin is a cancer and Christ the surgeon. True prayer signs the consent form.
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I do no think human beings ever came through such a month as we have…We are weak, writing is difficult, but for my own sake I do not regret this journey, which has shown that Englishmen can endure hardships, help one another, and meet death with as great a fortitude as ever in the past.
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Because you remember Meredith was walking along the highway there and somebody shot him.
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If in some smothering dreams you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,-- My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori.
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Never underestimate the bandwidth of a station wagon full of tapes hurtling down the highway.
