Gibbys Electronic Supermarket Quotes & Sayings

It's the rule of the two F's: I've got to be a fan and I've got to be a friend. We only work with people we have a cool personal relationship with. — David Macklovitch

For instance, with "Ragtime" I was so desperate to write something, I was facing the wall of my study in my house in New Rochelle and so I started to write about the wall. That's the kind of day we sometimes have, as writers. Then I wrote about the house that was attached to the wall. It was built in 1906, you see, so I thought about the era and what Braodviw Avenue looked like then: trolley cars ran along the avenue down at the bottom of the hill; people wore white clothes in summer to stay cool. Teddy Roosevelt was president. One thing led to another and that's the way that book began: through desperation to those few images ... - 92nd Street YMHA Interview — E.L. Doctorow

Beginning Beloved with numerals rather than spelled out numbers, it was my intention to give the house an identity separate from the street or even the city. — Toni Morrison

An Englishman thinks a hundred miles is a long way; and American thinks a hundred years is a long time — Diana Gabaldon

Being in love, she concluded, is simply a presentation of our pasts to another individual, mostly packages so unwieldy that we can no longer manage the loosened strings alone. — Zelda Fitzgerald

I have often thought that however learned you may talk about it, one knows nothing but what he learns from his own experience.
[Ger., Da dacht ich oft: schwatzt noch so hoch gelehrt,
Man weiss doch nichts, als was man selbst erfahrt.] — Christoph Martin Wieland

Your smile brightens the lives of all who see it. — Dale Carnegie

It may not seem that way, but I am an absolute optimist, an unrepentant optimist. — Yvonne Adhiambo Owuor

The funny thing about my procrastination was that I was almost done with the screenplay. I was like a person who had fought dragons and lost limbs and crawled through swamps and now, finally, the castle was visible. I could see tiny children waving flags on the balcony; all I had to do was walk across a field to get to them. But all of a sudden I was very, very sleepy. And the children couldn't believe their eyes as I folded down to my knees and fell to the ground face-first, with my eyes open. Motionless, I watched ants hurry in and out of a hole and I knew that standing up again would be a thousand times harder than the dragon or the swamp and so I did not even try. I just clicked on one thing after another after another. — Miranda July

I think it's a trial balloon to see what happens, and I'm not impressed with it. — Jim McDermott

When the design was finally locked in, Jobs called the Macintosh team together for a ceremony. "Real artists sign their work," he said. So he got out a sheet of drafting paper and a Sharpie pen and had all of them sign their names. The signatures were engraved inside each Macintosh. No one would ever see them, but the members of the team knew that their signatures were inside, just as they knew that the circuit board was laid out as elegantly as possible. Jobs called them each up by name, one at a time. Burrell Smith went first. Jobs waited until last, after all forty-five of the others. He found a place right in the center of the sheet and signed his name in lowercase letters with a grand flair. Then he toasted them with champagne. "With moments like this, he got us seeing our work as art," said Atkinson. — Walter Isaacson

Science fiction is using an exploration of where we might be, to explore where it seems like we are heading, in order to reveal exactly where we are. — N.a.

Transparent tubes divided Phil's blood into shades of red, fading to straw colored plasma. I watched his fluid swirl past his shoulders and disappear into machines. He offered himself to blood banks all over the city, his plasma rushed to hospitals where it would circulate through other people's bodies. The map of my love's tapped arteries would look like a bloodshot eye over the city of Albuquerque. His blood bought us dinner. I dreamed he was my mother, and I nursed his arm. I wrote a poem about it, how I suckled his arm dry like a sore teat. — Jalina Mhyana

I love Mister." Corbin kissed the top of her head. "I love you, Alice." "And Ebum?" "Yes, dear." Corbin looked over at Edmund, who watched him intently. "I love Edmund too." Edmund smiled. Corbin motioned him over. Edmund climbed onto his lap beside Alice and buried his face in Corbin's lapel. "Love Mama?" Alice continued her questioning. "Yes," Corbin whispered. "Especially Mama. — Sarah M. Eden

Death often is the point of life's joke. — Vladimir Nabokov