Building Quotes
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It's not a simple strategy and one that apparently takes a lot of patience. It's long-term brand building.
Brad Moore
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We should have stayed on the moon. We should have made moon the base, instead of building space stations, which are fragile and which fly apart.
Ray Bradbury
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The universities will ask for money back so they can put their name on the side of a building without fully educating athletes.
Eddie George
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I don't usually go in for reviews of buildings that aren't yet built, since you can tell only so much from drawings and plans, and, besides, has there ever been a building that didn't look great as a model?
Paul Goldberger
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I want to show you that you can leap tall buildings, walk through walls, and change reality.
Elan Lee
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As a model, it's a gypsy kind of life: living in hotels, working all the time and ordering room service instead of cooking for yourself. There's absolutely no nest-building.
Eva Herzigova
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Home wasn't a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together. Not a place, but a moment, and then another, building on each other like bricks to create a solid shelter that you take with you for your entire life, wherever you may go.
Sarah Dessen
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An American has invented a remote control that will turn off any telly within a 20ft radius. What a marvellous device! What a splendid invention! What a really helpful and improving way of devoting your time to building something that turns off culture. Next week, I'm instigating Burn a Book Week, to encourage even more conversation. I've come up with a fantastic little device which I'll call a box of matches.
Adrian Anthony Gill
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There are no bridges in folk songs because the peasants died building them.
Eugene Chadbourne
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And she loved a man who was made out of nothing. A few hours without him and right away she’d be missing him with her whole body, sitting in her office surrounded by polyethylene and concrete and thinking of him. And every time she’d boil water for coffee in her ground-floor office, she’d let the steam cover her face, imagining it was him stroking her cheeks, her eyelids and she’d wait for the day to be over, so she could go to her apartment building, climb the flight of stairs, turn the key in the door, and find him waiting for her, naked and still between the sheets of her empty bed.
Etgar Keret