Lazarsfeld Study Quotes & Sayings

I defy anybody to not look cool with the guns. My granny could look cool doing that! — Simon Pegg

Whatever makes you laugh is fine, and all we can do as comedy professionals is try to steer you towards something that we think is a little better - but not put you down or just perplex you in the process. — Paul Feig

If we try to prohibit encryption or discourage it or make it more difficult to use, we're going to suffer the consequences that will be far reaching and very difficult to reverse, and we seem to have realized that in the wake of the September 11th attacks. To the extent there is any reason to be hopeful, perhaps that's where we'll end up here. — Matt Blaze

Politics is for the present, while our equations are for eternity. — Walter Isaacson

The way is not in the sky. The way is in the heart. — Budha

A second quality of mature sirituality is kindness. It is based on a fundamental notion of self-acceptance ... — Jack Kornfield

I want to figure out how we put California and America back on track - how we bridge this partisan divide that is so polarizing. — Antonio Villaraigosa

I don't know why you people [the press] like to compare me to Marilyn or that girl, what's her name, Kim Novak. Cleavage, of course, helped me a lot to get where I am. I don't know how they got there. — Jayne Mansfield

Books can inspire you to love yourself more, but by listening to, writing out, or verbally expressing your feelings you are actually doing it. — John N. Gray

I think prime numbers are like life. They are very logical but you could never work out the rules, even if you spent all your time thinking about them — Mark Haddon

Happy Monday! Live without fear! Face your fears and see them as an OPPORTUNITY for strength and growth. You'll see, once you face them, they disappear! — Tracey Edmonds

In the hierarchy of instruments, if you're a harpist, you're considered someone with a brain much more than if you're a singer. — Nellie McKay

I couldn't get to sleep. The book lay nearby. A thin object on the divan. So strange. Between two cardboard covers were noises, doors, howls, horses, people. All side by side, pressed tightly against one another. Boiled down to little black marks. Hair, eyes, voices, nails, legs, knocks on doors, walls, blood, beards, the sound of horseshoes, shouts. All docile, blindly obedient to the little black marks. The letters run in mad haste, now here, now there. The a's, f's, y's, k's all run. They gather together to create a horse or a hailstorm. They run again. Now they create a dagger, a night, a murder. Then streets, slamming doors, silence. Running and running. Never stopping. — Ismail Kadare