Tamikah Bailey Quotes & Sayings

If you look through the history of wearables, I was named the father of wearable computing, or the world's first cyborg. But the definition of wearable computing can be kind of fuzzy itself. Thousands of years ago, in China, people would wear an abacus around their neck - that, in one sense, was a wearable computer. — Steve Mann

Work without fun is like peanut butter without jelly. — Jase Robertson

We have a habit in writing articles published in scientific journals to make the work as finished as possible, to cover up all the tracks, to not worry about the blind alleys or describe how you had the wrong idea first, and so on. So there isn't any place to publish, in a dignified manner, what you actually did in order to get to do the work, although, there has been in these days, some interest in this kind, thing. — Richard P. Feynman

I sometimes can't do movies just for the money. I really can't. I mean, I've tried. Believe me, I'd love to just take the money and run. — Sam Rockwell

Motherfucker," he groaned. "No Gamble, and I'm stuck in a class with not one, or even two, but three untouchables. This is going to suck ... ass. — Linda Kage

You can't break what's broken already. — LeAnn Rimes

Yes," Sicarius said. "We must act alone. And soon. You may be dead by morning."
"Have I mentioned how endearing your bluntness is? — Lindsay Buroker

I wrote that letter, and the one to Nixon. And I wrote more letters, and I thought it might be a magazine article. At that time I sent it to Esquire and Playboy, but anyway, I kept writing, and all of sudden I had enough and thought, well maybe it is a book. — Don Novello

Royalty is but a feather in a man's cap; let children enjoy their rattle. — Oliver Cromwell

Did you see all that? Did you see that little baby girl? I carried her body and buried it as best I could but I had no time. It really gets to me to see children being killed like this, but we had no choice. — Matt Martin

Let him look," he whispered and kissed me again. — Jennifer Estep

In silence, alone with his conscious, he asks himself perhaps, 'What is honour, and isn't the condemnation of bloodshed a prejudice? — Fyodor Dostoyevsky