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Innerworkings Quotes By Bruce Ellis

You are in big trouble when you start writing software to impress girls. — Bruce Ellis

Innerworkings Quotes By George R R Martin

The success that the Tolkien books had redefined modern fantasy. — George R R Martin

Innerworkings Quotes By Wallace Stegner

How much wilderness do the wilderness-lovers want? ask those who would mine and dig and cut and dam in such sanctuary spots as these. The answer is easy: Enough so that there will be in the years ahead a little relief, a little quiet, a little relaxation, for any of our increasing millions who need and want it. — Wallace Stegner

Innerworkings Quotes By James C. Collins

You need self-control in an out-of-control world. — James C. Collins

Innerworkings Quotes By Laurent Linn

Blaming some deity for your own hate seems pretty messed up to me. — Laurent Linn

Innerworkings Quotes By Lisa Loomer

When do I say No? I say No when I feel that the intention of the play, or the spirit, or tone - or text! - is being knowingly changed. Fortunately, this has happened only once. Next time I would say No earlier, and definitively. Otherwise, ultimately, the only No you have is No, you can't open the play. And that No is very very hard to say. — Lisa Loomer

Innerworkings Quotes By John Barth

Path's should be laid where people walk, instead of walking where paths are laid- — John Barth

Innerworkings Quotes By Arthur Conan Doyle

It was a wild, tempestuous night, towards the close of November. Holmes and I sat together in silence all the evening, he engaged with a powerful lens deciphering the remains of the original inscription upon a palimpsest, I deep in a recent treatise upon surgery. Outside the wind howled down Baker Street, while the rain beat fiercely against the windows. It was strange there, in the very depths of the town, with ten miles of man's handiwork on every side of us, to feel the iron grip of Nature, and to be conscious that to the huge elemental forces all London was no more than the molehills that dot the fields. I walked to the window, and looked out on the deserted street. The occasional lamps gleamed on the expanse of muddy road and shining pavement. A single cab was splashing its way from the Oxford Street end. — Arthur Conan Doyle