Cialdini Principles Quotes & Sayings

Pointing out that countless great mathematicians had tried to solve the problem and failed before you came along is in particularly bad taste and should be avoided completely. — Terence Tao

When you locate a bargain, you must ask, 'Why me, God? Why am I the only one who could find this bargain?' — Charlie Munger

I will stop at nothing to make you mine, Onyx. — Victoria Ashley

How was it that such effort, such plain virtue, could overnight be reduced to this - smoke, thinning as it rose and was received by the big, annihilating sky? — Truman Capote

I believe in dreams. I believe that every night on the planet everything that is, was and can be is dreamt. I believe that what happens in dreams is no different no less important than what happens in the waking world. I believe that dreams are the closest equvalent present-day mankind has to trime travel. — Marilyn Manson

I want to be the number one songwriter-producer guy of all time. — Calvin Harris

And a bunch of the other guys on the football team would be teaching kids how to bench-press or tackle or rape or whatever it was that football players knew how to do well. — Melissa Kantor

How many more copycats are waiting in the wings for their moment of fame - from a national media machine that rewards them with the wall-to-wall attention and sense of identity that they crave - while provoking others to try to make their mark? A dozen more killers? A hundred? More? How can we possibly even guess how many, given our nation's refusal to create an active national database of the mentally ill? — Wayne LaPierre

In order to be creative you have to be allowed to fail. — Julie Walters

What what," Trapis said as he hurried over to tend to her, his bare feet slapping on the floor. "What what. Hush hush. — Patrick Rothfuss

Unfortunately I am afraid, as always, of going on. For to go on means going from here, means finding me, losing me, vanishing and beginning again, a stranger first, then little by little the same as always, in another place, where I shall say I have always been, of which I shall know nothing, being incapable of seeing, moving, thinking, speaking, but of which little by little, in spite of these handicaps, I shall begin to know something, just enough for it to turn out to be the same place as always, the same which seems made for me and does not want me, which I seem to want and do not want, take your choice, which spews me out or swallows me up, I'll never know, which is perhaps merely the inside of my distant skull where once I wandered, now am fixed, lost for tininess, or straining against the walls, with my head, my hands, my feet, my back, and ever murmuring my old stories, my old story, as if it were the first time. — Samuel Beckett