Addendio Quotes & Sayings

I was fortunate to be part of a very successful show on CBS in 1986. I switched to NBC for eight years and through these experiences have gotten terrific insight into television; it's a fascinating medium. — Will McDonough

I started realizing that one of the great things about opera is that if you make the right kind of story, you can still have this kind of abstract subliminal quality to take you on a journey, but you can root it just enough in a particular situation, a particular kind of real situation that a person might have, or a particular context in the real world. — Tod Machover

People speculated that signing Raja was an insurance policy. That is not the case. We signed Raja Bell because we thought we were greatly improving our team, the makeup of the organization. — Bryan Colangelo

The problem we've got now in Washington is that the goals are completely the opposite from each other. — Jim DeMint

I'm going to write a book about an intelligent woman who does stupid things when it comes to men. I'll call it, "My Memoirs. — N.M. Silber

Everyone can perform magic; everyone can reach his goals, if he is able to think, to wait, and to fast." Kamala — Hermann Hesse

Friends, you like it or not, life has a way of teaching us all these tough lessons. — Sunday Adelaja

Sometimes I think the surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that none of it has tried to contact us. — Bill Watterson

It's the Industrial Revolution and the growth of urban concentrations that led to a sense of anonymity. — Vint Cerf

Who are you and what have you done with my brother? — Stephenie Meyer

She was looking at him as if he'd just dropped fully formed from the sky. — Julia Quinn

Writing is a passion I have never understood, yet a storyteller is all I have ever wanted to be. — Ruth Park

When you're an orthodox worrier, some days are worse than others. — Erma Bombeck

All of those thousands upon thousands of photographs my father had taken. Think of them instead. Each one a record, a testament, a bulwark against forgetting, against nothingness, against death. Look, this happened. A thing happened, and now it will never un happen. Here it is in a photograph: a baby putting its tiny hand in the wrinkled palm of an octogenarian. A fox running across a woodland path and a man raising a gun to shoot it. A plane crash. A comet smeared across a morning sky. A prime minister wiping his brow. The Beatles, sitting at a cafe table on the Champs-Elysees on a cold January day in 1964, John Lennon's pale face under the brim of a fisherman's cap. all these things happened, and my father committed them to a memory that wasn't just his own, but the world's. My father's life wasn't about disappearance. His was a life that worked against it. — Helen Macdonald