Matrielle Informatique Quotes & Sayings

If you want to kill somebody, conquer his heart, Then leave slowly and leave them between death and madness. — Nizar Qabbani

I'm also doing a special for Comedy Central called Autobiography. It's going to be a spoof of Biography. — Kathy Griffin

Then there were the giants. Dozens of bright-blue men, each thirty feet tall with gray frosty hair, were wading through the forests, fishing in the bay, and striding across the mountains. — Rick Riordan

My Rama, the Rama of our prayers, is not the historical Rama, the son of Dasharatha, the king of Ayodhya. — Mahatma Gandhi

When I was 17, I worked in a mentoring program in Harlem designed to improve the community. That's when I first gained an appreciation of the Harlem Renaissance, a time when African-Americans rose to prominence in American culture. For the first time, they were taken seriously as artists, musicians, writers, athletes, and as political thinkers. — Kareem Abdul-Jabbar

Being a dad is not summed up by requiring compliance or obedience; it is, at its most basic level, pointing your children to the God who has made it all OK and saves lost sinners on account of Christ. — Scott Keith

Deep play precedes deep work. — Jeremy Rifkin

In terms of being a 'sneakerhead,' there was one point where I was obsessively following every sneaker blog. That's the beauty of Twitter: To get the heads up on what's coming out. — Questlove

Sweet like candy to my soul, sweet you rock, and sweet you roll. — Dave Matthews Band

An ounce of wisdom can prevent a pound of folly. — Matshona Dhliwayo

The weapons were pens, books, chalks and blackboards, the heroes simple teachers — Nadifa Mohamed

I beg you to exercise wisdom and restraint and remember that not all opportunities are created equal. Some are nothing but steps leading down toward catastrophe. — Sherry Thomas

A long-faced, proud-shouldered woman with deep olive skin snorts at the demotion. Her gaze is peculiarly shrewd for a Blue. Bald, like the rest, with digital azure tattoos swirling not only along crown and temples, but over hands and neck. Sevro lopes back to me. "Sevro, stop pissing around." "I like being big." "I'm still bigger." He tries flipping me the crux in his suit, but the mechanical fingers aren't so agile. I — Pierce Brown

I walk into a large white room. It's a dance studio in midtown Manhattan. The room is clean, virtually spotless if you don't count the thousands of skid marks and footprints left there by dancers rehearsing. Other than the mirrors, the boom box, the skid marks, and me, the room is empty. — Twyla Tharp