#des

More people deserted our party and we have never recovered. ↗

— Denis Thatcher

#more #more people #never #our #party

All wealth consists of desirable things; that is, things which satisfy human wants directly or indirectly: but not all desirable things are reckoned as wealth. ↗

— Alfred Marshall

#desirable #directly #human #indirectly #reckoned

If we are to be destroyed we will do it ourselves by warfare with thermonuclear weaponry. ↗

— Lewis Thomas

#ourselves #warfare #weaponry #will

The desire to economize time and mental effort in arithmetical computations, and to eliminate human liability to error is probably as old as the science of arithmetic itself. ↗

— Howard Aiken

#arithmetical #computations #desire #economize #effort

Destiny has two ways of crushing us - by refusing our wishes and by fulfilling them. ↗

— Henri Frederic Amiel

#destiny #fulfilling #our #refusing #them

Money is the string with which a sardonic destiny directs the motions of its puppets. ↗

— W. Somerset Maugham

#directs #money #motions #puppets #string

The U.S. government knew that China wanted to acquire sensitive U.S. technology, and instead of implementing a policy to prevent them from acquiring the information, the government all but gave them an invitation to take our equipment and designs. ↗

— Charles Foster Bass

#acquiring #china #designs #equipment #gave

It more or less has the shape of a love song, but 'Crescent Moon' reflects more my longing for an ancient romantic context that includes wild animals, fire, danger of death, stellar navigation, and seasonal intuition. ↗

— Frank Black

#context #danger #death #fire #includes

I shall never forget the despair and agony on the parents' faces on the awful day of the funeral when the 13 little children, victims not only of John D. Rockefeller, but of the government of the state of Colorado were buried. ↗

— Ella R. Bloor

#awful #buried #children #colorado #day

Billy tried to imagine the birth of Cyril's wife's baby. It would happen in grim lights violently. A dripping thing trying to clutch to its hole. Dredged up and beaten. Blood and drool and womb mud. How cute, this neon shrieker made to plunge upward, odd-headed blob, this marginal electric glow-thing. Dressed and powdered now. Engineered to abstract design. Cling, suck and cry. Follow with the eye. Gloom and drought of unprotected sleep. Had there been a light in her belly, dim briny light in that pillowing womb, dusk enough to light a page, bacterial smear of light, an amniotic gleam that I could taste, old, deep, wet and warm? Return, return to negative unity. ↗

— Don DeLillo

#delillo-ratner-s-star #don-delillo #ratner-s-star #ratners-star #design