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Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it. ↗

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

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What information consumes is rather obvious: it consumes the attention of its recipients. Hence a wealth of information creates a poverty of attention, and a need to allocate that attention efficiently among the overabundance of information sources that might consume it. ↗

— Herbert Simon

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Widow. The word consumes itself. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

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Real estate is my life. It is my day job, if you will. But it consumes my nights and weekends, too. ↗

— Ivanka Trump

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Academics love to make theories about a body of work, but each book consumes the writer and is the sum of his or her world. ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

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We spend too much time fretting over the way the industry produces programming, and too little worrying about the way the public consumes it. ↗

— Michael Medved

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Guilt upon the conscience, like rust upon iron, both defiles and consumes it, gnawing and creeping into it, as that does which at last eats out the very heart and substance of the metal. ↗

— Bishop Robert South

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Time is the substance from which I am made. Time is a river which carries me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger that devours me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire. ↗

— Jorge Luis Borges

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I always wanted to create this community that would come and tell their own story, shoot it - and watch them. The idea is to not have one entity who creates the work, the project, and another entity who consumes it; the idea is people create their own work, like somebody cultivating his garden. ↗

— Michel Gondry

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Happiness consumes itself like a flame. It cannot burn for ever, it must go out, and the presentiment of its end destroys it at its very peak. ↗

— August Strindberg

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