Separan Flocculant Quotes & Sayings

Hackers are breaking the systems for profit. Before, it was about intellectual curiosity and pursuit of knowledge and thrill, and now hacking is big business. — Kevin Mitnick

The concept of a connotation is often explained by the conjugational formula devised by Bertrand Russell in a 1950s radio interview: I am firm; you are obstinate; he is pigheaded. The formula was turned into a word game in a radio show and newspaper feature and elicited hundreds of triplets. I am slim; you are thin; he is scrawny. I am a perfectionist; you are anal; he is a control freak. I am exploring my sexuality; you are promiscuous; she is a slut. In each triplet the literal meaning of the words is held constant, but the emotional meaning ranges from attractive to neutral to offensive. — Steven Pinker

This book is visceral like how your small intestine is visceral — J.E. Duah

If one woman is suffering, then we are all suffering, and we need to put a voice to that. — Annie Lennox

Money can't buy marital happiness, but you can buy a sports car to get away as quickly as you can when your wife is angry with you. — Matshona Dhliwayo

A month's salary, deep regret, the telephone number of some foul rehab clinic and my lance was free. — Stephen Fry

I usually get down with a little Violent Femmes in the summer. You know, 'Blister In The Sun.' — Nick Robinson

The Waterfall Model is wrong and harmful; we must outgrow it. — Fred Brooks

One of the tragedies of the Bush administration is that we went back to business as usual, make a deal with the Democrats, let's all be friends in Washington philosophy. — Pete Du Pont

I'm not trying to teach anybody anything, I'm not trying to say anything, I have no political motive whatsoever. My motive is just the big laugh. — Jeff Dunham

The abandoned stars were hers for the many rich hours os sparkling winter nights, and, unattended, she took them in like lovers. She felt that she looked out, not up, into the spacious universe, she knew the names of every bright star and all the constellations, and (although she could not see them) she was familiar with the vast billowing nebulae in which one filament of a wild and shaken mane carried in its trail a hundred million worlds. In a delirium of comets, suns, and pulsating stars, she let her eyes fill with the humming, crackling, hissing light of the galaxy's edge, a perpetual twilight, a gray dawn in one of heaven's many galleries. — Mark Helprin