Granular Activated Quotes & Sayings

They come in injured and mangled, we put them back together, then they stand in my halls making demands. A thankless lot to be sure. — Kristen Britain

I talk to all the creative directors today, and they take me aside, and they say, 'You know, it must have been great back in those days when you could do anything you wanted.' I say, 'Huh? Excuse me?' I mean, we fought. In the '60s and '70s, you fought wars with clients, and you have to continue fighting wars to do great work. — George Lois

You can never predict what an audience is going to respond to and what they're going to watch. — Josh Lawson

I am a woman / who understands / the necessity of an impulse whose goal or origin / still lie beyond me. — Olga Broumas

Creme Brulee is the ultimate 'guy' dessert. Make it and he'll follow you anywhere. — Ina Garten

What a joy it is to feel the soft, springy earth under my feet once more, to follow grassy roads that lead to ferny brooks where I can bathe my fingers in a cataract of rippling notes, or to clamber over a stone wall into green fields that tumble and roll and climb in riotous gladness! — Helen Keller

You've got to choose between happiness and what people used to call high art. — Aldous Huxley

Horror it has it's own strange stuff... brutal stuff and it's difficult understanding!? — Deyth Banger

Healing comes by three avenues; what one eats, thinks and celebrates. — T.F. Hodge

I come from a poor family, so really, the culture I know best is the street, TV, school. — Maiwenn

As a boy, he'd always had some elaborate project that had nothing to do with school. On Summit Avenue, alone in his aerie, he drew the stately homes across the street and numbered the many windows and doors, compiling a detailed log of his neighbors' activities. In sixth grade, simultaneously, he kept a diary concerning the girls he liked and a ledger chronicling every penny he made and spent. These secret fascinations led nowhere in the end, were left mysteriously incomplete like the detective novel he patterned after Sherlock Holmes, to be replaced by his next obsession. At Princeton, when he was supposed to be cramming for exams, he wrote a musical. In the army it was a novel. Nothing had changed. He was still that boy, happiest pursuing some goose chase of his own making, and lost without one. — Stewart O'Nan

Although I loved working on technology - I've always been a computer geek at heart - my professors encouraged me to get a real-world job working with customers. — Marc Benioff