Raymond Sokolov Quotes
Reservations and cloth napkins are really minor pinnacles in the high sierra of the New York lunch. The zenith, the Mount Whitney of lunches, the noon meal at which all local lines of force converge [is] the Bar Room of the Four Seasons.
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In Japan, I focus mostly on sending messages through Twitter, trying to spread my minority way of thinking.
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I think all of us are multitasking a little more today than we used to or than we would like to. And I think that the issue of work-life balance is a critical issue for every company around the world.
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Life is always a tightrope or a feather bed. Give me the tightrope.
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I think there's a connection with 'Nightcrawler' and 'Blowup' and other films where visual imagery is integral to the story. It allows you to play with images.
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To see things in the seed, that is genius.
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When it was my turn, I just skated out and heard this huge cheer. It was very touching considering the bad circumstances under which I had left the team and that I had been away for four years.
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It's a business you go into because your an egocentric. It's a very embarrassing profession.
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In my solitude I have pondered much on the incomprehensible subjects of space, eternity, life and death.
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Can the cannibal speak in the name of those he ate?
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Think before you think!
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But as long as you know you're nobody special, you'll be a very decent sort of Horse, on the whole, and taking one thing with another.
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My parents are apolitical - no bumper stickers, no yard signs. They don't talk about politics.
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[The original Sister Act] is running all over the world now, on-stage as a musical. It lives!
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When dealing with people, remember you are not dealing with creatures of logic, but creatures of emotion.
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Reservations and cloth napkins are really minor pinnacles in the high sierra of the New York lunch. The zenith, the Mount Whitney of lunches, the noon meal at which all local lines of force converge [is] the Bar Room of the Four Seasons.
