Anthony Burgess Quotes
'My darling one....I shall be thinking of you while you are away and hope you will remember to wrap up warm when you go out at night.'
Anthony Burgess
Quotes to Explore
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I wanted to show that Martin Luther King was simply a human being, not a god, not a saint.
Ralph Abernathy
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My entry into the environmental arena was through the issue that so dramatically - and destructively - demonstrates the link between science and social action: nuclear weapons.
Barry Commoner
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By asking a novel question that you don't know the answer to, you discover whether you can formulate a way of finding the answer, and you stretch your own mind, and very often you learn something new.
Walter Gilbert
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Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
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As people talk, text and browse, telecommunication networks are capturing urban flows in real time and crystallizing them as Google's traffic congestion maps.
Carlo Ratti
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Early on, after gay liberation, there was an almost Stalinist pressure from gay critics and even gay readers to write about positive role models. We were never supposed to write negative things about gays, or else we were seen as collaborating with the enemy.
Edmund White
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The Internet is a collective hallucination: one of the best humanity has ever generated.
Jonathan Zittrain
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I wake up early in the morning and walk for an hour. If I have something to write, I prefer to write in the morning until midday, and in the afternoon, I eat.
Naguib Mahfouz
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Passion isn't something that lives way up in the sky, in abstract dreams and hopes. It lives at ground level, in the specific details of what you're doing every day.
Marcus Buckingham
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And the truth is I've always taken very good care of my skin, and always, always worn make-up.
Joan Collins
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For these beings, fall is ever the normal season, the only weather, there be no choice beyond. Where do they come from? The dust. Where do they go? The grave. Does blood stir their veins? No: the night wind. What ticks in their head? The worm. What speaks from their mouth? The toad. What sees from their eye? The snake. What hears with their ear? The abyss between the stars. They sift the human storm for souls, eat flesh of reason, fill tombs with sinners. They frenzy forth. Such are the autumn people.
Ray Bradbury
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'My darling one....I shall be thinking of you while you are away and hope you will remember to wrap up warm when you go out at night.'
Anthony Burgess
