Mongstad Refinery Quotes & Sayings

Decency and tolerance, to be of any value, must be capable of withstanding the severest strain. — Mahatma Gandhi

In part, art completes what nature cannot elaborate; and in part it imitates nature. — Aristotle.

I live very strictly by the mentality that what goes on the road, stays on the road . I keep it contained. — Taylor Momsen

Yeah, I'll believe that the day you give up your lip balm."
I gasped. "Never. Without it my lips feel naked and alone." (Charity Rising) — DeAnna Kinney

You cannot keep something down that is bound to rise. — Juliet C. Obodo

In software, speed to market, speed to learning is really key. In hardware, if you screw it up, you're dead. So accuracy really matters. — Reid Hoffman

I was a palm-wine drinkard since I was a boy of ten years of age. I had no other work more than to drink palm-wine in my life. - - - But when my father noticed that I could not do any work more than to drink, he engaged an expert palm-wine-tapster for me; he had no other work more than to tap palm-wine every day. So my father gave me a palm-tree farm which was nine miles square and it contained 560,000 palm-trees, and this palm-wine tapster was tapping one hundred and fifty kegs of palm-wine every morning, but before 2 o'clock p.m., I would have drunk it all; after that he would go and tap another 75 kegs. — Amos Tutuola

I'm not a developer; I am. — Pablo Picasso

Serge's attention-deficit disorder was the first of many hyphens. Obsessive-compulsive, manic-depressive, anal-retentive, paranoid-schizophrenic. He was believed to be the only self-inflicted case of shaken-baby syndrome. — Tim Dorsey

I am, a shadow
that grows longer as the sun
moves, drawn out
on a thread of wonder.
If I bear burdens
they begin to be remembered
as gifts, goods, a basket
of bread that hurts
my shoulders but closes me
in fragrance. I can
eat as I go.
("Stepping Westward") — Denise Levertov

Lewis had said that there is no creativity de novo in us - that we are all sub-creators pirating and rearranging portions of reality. I agreed. But it was only an idea. And then it took on flesh. I began to see the world more like a cook than a writer. There were boundless ingredients out there, combinations waiting to be discovered and simmered and served. There were truths and stories and characters and quirks that could clash badly, and some that could marry and birth sequels. I began to feel a lot more comfortable. It wasn't all on me to create. It was on me to find. To catch. To arrange. — N.D. Wilson

The stupid person's idea of the clever person. [on Aldous Huxley, in Spectator magazine, 1936] — Elizabeth Bowen