Decelerations Early Quotes & Sayings

C++ is my favorite garbage collected language because it generates so little garbage — Bjarne Stroustrup

The artist is of no importance. Only what he creates is important, since there is nothing new to be said. Shakespeare, Balzac, Homer have all written about the same things, and if they had lived one thousand or two thousand years longer, the publishers wouldn't have needed anyone since. — William Faulkner

Choice is the declaration by self that a certain ideal of self shall be realized. — John Dewey

The movie Koyaanisqatsi shows non-commented time-lapse footage and focuses our attention on the very rhythm of our civilized modern life and nature. A marijuana high can do something for a user similar to what this time-lapse footage does. The enhancement of episodic memory and the acceleration of associative streams of memories can alter and enhance our recognition of patterns in our lives in various ways. If we are presented with quick associative chains of past experiences, we can see a pattern in a body of information that is usually not at once presented to our "inner eye" as such. — Sebastian Marincolo

They turned their desks into a trigonometric war room, poring over equations scrawling ideas on blackboards, evaluating their work, erasing it, starting over. — Margot Lee Shetterly

When you love a problem, its contours, obstacles and resistances are all just part of its character. — Steven Strogatz

There was a much more self-destructive nature in 'Appetite.' It was a going-for-it-at-all-cost thing that worked then. — Axl Rose

Maybe there isn't a God after all, maybe there's only a universe rotating by itself like a millstone. — Gao Xingjian

Which of the two is more capable of upholding and serving a great idea - the isolated rich man or one who is liberated from the tyranny of things and habits? The monk is reproached for his isolation: You isolate yourself in order to save your soul behind monastery walls, but you forget the brotherly ministry to mankind. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky

it was too late, the buildings were falling to dust, eaten by the invisible jaws of quantum desintegrators, and hostiles had ringed the city in deadly mechas. that void of obliteration plucked me away from any kind of hope. no warning was made, only the halo of plasma guns juicing up behind walls of lifeless wreck. and then i was buried in the dirt left only for the gods to remember — Unknown