Fechner Pump Quotes & Sayings

Bus factor (noun): the number of people that need to get hit by a bus before your project is completely doomed. — Brian W. Fitzpatrick

The world looks better when your belly is full, brighter and more hopeful. After — Alexandra Fuller

Slowly, my brain let me in on the fact that I had just come this close to dying. — Abby Sunderland

Plain words on plain paper. Remember what Orwell says, that good prose is like a windowpane. Cut every page you write by at least a third. Stop constructing those piffling little similes of yours. Work out what you want to say. Then say it in the most direct and vigorous way you can. Eat meat. Drink blood. Give up your social life and don't think you can have friends. Rise in the quiet hours of the night and prick your fingertips and use the blood for ink; that will cure you of persiflage! But do I take my own advice? Not a bit. Persiflage is my nom de guerre. (Don't use foreign expressions. It's elitist.) — Hilary Mantel

I thought that the behavioral and some of the profiling stuff was interesting. The thing that I was most interested in, and the thing that we were really adament about, was let's get these guys who were there on tape, or in some kind of way, telling what happened. No one has really talked to them all. — David Fincher

I came to the village, and the churchyard where the dead had been quietly buried, "in the sure and certain hope" which Christmas time inspired. What — Charles Dickens

For a number of years, I'd been around the kind of people who financed movies and the kind of people who are there to make the deals for movies. But I'd always had this naive idea that everybody wants to make movies as good as they can be, which is stupid. — David Fincher

Why is a believer patient? Because he looks for the coming of the Lord ... He waits quietly for the King. — J.C. Ryle

Television knows no night. It is perpetual day. TV embodies our fear of the dark, of night, of the other side of things. — Jean Baudrillard

He asked himself what is a woman standing on the stairs in the shadow, listening to distant music, a symbol of. If he were a painter he would paint her in that attitude. Her blue felt hat would show off the bronze of her hair against the darkness and the dark panels of her skirt would show off the light ones. Distant Music he would call the picture if he were a painter. — James Joyce