Ajinomoto Careers Quotes & Sayings

Following a trend is useful, until you start alienating the original. The last thing we want is to live in a world where everything is the same. Originality and individuality is key. — J.S. Strange

Don't waste your life by living in another person's shoes — Kishore Bansal

Don't you dare," Lem barked.
"What?" Anderson pulled his hand to his chest. Not quite sure of the infraction he was about to commit.
"You were going to pick that flower."
Anderson smiled and reached for it again. "It's pretty."
Lem slapped his hand away. "It's endangered. Just look, don't pick."
"That's what they told me about you," Anderson said, bumping Lem with his shoulder. — Brandon Shire

Skittles are my absolute favourite. — Leigh Lezark

Man, after all my grandma put into me learning the piano, that was a hard day, telling her I was telling jokes for a living. — Jamie Foxx

What is real? How do you define real? If you're talking about what you can feel, what you can smell, what you can taste and see, then real is simply electrical signals interpreted by your brain. — Lana Wachowski

Valuing other people's time starts with valuing your own. — Robert J. Braathe

Everything God tells us to do is for our good. Whether it's direction you get in His Word or something He's specifically put in your heart for your situation in life, the absolute best thing you can ever do is obey Him promptly and completely. — Joyce Meyer

I'm not against the police; I'm just afraid of them. — Alfred Hitchcock

The first guy I really liked and was kind of obsessed with and had to seek out and find more of his films was Jean-Paul Belmondo. He was the main guy that I was obsessed with. — Simon Baker

I have always maintained that Iggy Pop is the Heavyweight Champion of Rock & Roll. — Henry Rollins

You can go as far as you think, imagine and dream. Anything is possible. — Lailah Gifty Akita

Adam's apple is still front and center in the photo, unmistakable. I suppose Vic and Virgil could be twins. But still. I grab my cell phone and punch in the number on the screen. Three rings later, I hear someone grab the receiver on the other end. It sounds like it falls to the floor with a run of static and curses, and then is recovered. "What." "Is this Mr. Stanhope?" I whisper. "Yeah," the voice growls. "Virgil Stanhope?" There is a pause. "Not anymore," the voice slurs, and he hangs up. My pulse is racing. Either Virgil Stanhope is back from the dead or he never was dead. Maybe he just wanted people to think — Jodi Picoult