Yoshiichi Kawada Quotes & Sayings

The world is hung up on food-based biofuels. Not only are they the wrong thing, they're the uneconomic thing. — Vinod Khosla

If you're automatically sure that you know what reality is, and you are operating on your default setting, then you, like me, probably won't consider possibilities that aren't annoying and miserable. But if you really learn how to pay attention, then you will know there are other options. It will actually be within your power to experience a crowded, hot, slow, consumer-hell type situation as not only meaningful, but sacred, on fire with the same force that made the stars: love, fellowship, the mystical oneness of all things deep down. Not that that mystical stuff is necessarily true. The only thing that's capital-T True is that you get to decide how you're gonna try to see it. — David Foster Wallace

Fertility of imagination and abundance of guesses at the truth are among the first requisites of discovery. — William Stanley Jevons

And it was this location that provides my second memory. (It must come after the first because in it I am now standing up.) I was bitten by a rabbit. Or rather, I was nibbled by a rabbit, but, because I was such a weedy, namby-pamby little pansy, I reacted as though I'd lost a limb. It was the sheer unfairness of it all that so upset me. One minute, I was saying, 'Hello, Mr Bunny!' and smiling at its sweet little face and funny floppy ears. The next, the fucker savaged me. It seemed so gratuitous. What, I asked myself, had I done to the rabbit to deserve this psychotic response? — John Cleese

In India there is a common saying that the way to Swaraj is through Mandalay. — Mahatma Gandhi

The devil can counterfeit all the saving operations and graces of the Spirit of God. — Jonathan Edwards

I was raised on a family farm in western Minnesota. So I didn't have the background to prepare me for this business life. — Glen Taylor

Amy doesn't love you."
George says it gently--like she's sympathetically sticking a piece of glass straight through my left eye. — Cath Crowley