Bernard Stiegler Quotes
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You know, I do not know, I just want to date someone who makes me happy.
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If I'm going to compare myself to a candidate, it's Rick Scott. It's not Donald Trump.
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But Piglet is so small that he slips into a pocket, where it is very comfortable to feel him when you are not quite sure whether twice seven is twelve or twenty-two.
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The undiscovered is not far away. It's not something to be found eventually. It is contained within what is right in front of us. The essence of reality is being born right now. It has never existed before.
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As an artist one has no home in Europe except in Paris.
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The discovery of the power of our thoughts will prove to be the most important discovery of our time
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Who can control his fate?
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Something therefore always remains and sticks from the most imprudent of lies, a fact which all bodies and individuals concerned in the art of lying in this world know only too well, and therefore they stop at nothing to achieve this end.
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The purest idealism is unconsciously equivalent to the deepest knowledge.
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Men are so necessarily mad, that not to be mad would amount to another form of madness.
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Alas, how love can trifle with itself!
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Seeking means: to have a goal; but finding means: to be free, to be receptive, to have no goal.
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My mom was on the United Way group that decides how to allocate the money and looks at all the different charities and makes the very hard decisions about where that pool of funds is going to go.
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I suppose the most important thing I have done in my field is that I have talked longer and harder and more persistently and enthusiastically about political parties than anyone else alive.
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I'm one of the best actresses. One day I will win an Oscar.
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If you're writing a book that takes place in New York in the moment, you can't not write about 9-11; you can't not integrate it. My main character's view is the Statue of Liberty and the Trade Center. It doesn't have to take over, but it has to be acknowledged.
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Pity is one of the noblest emotions available to human beings; self-pity is possibly the most ignoble . . . . It is an incapacity, a crippling emotional disease that severely distorts our perception of reality . . . a narcotic that leaves its addicts wasted and derelict.
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Human beings disappear; their histories remain.
