#loc

Every time we've moved ahead in IBM, it was because someone was willing to take a chance, put his head on the block, and try something new. ↗

— Thomas J. Watson

#because #block #chance #every #every time

For Scary Movie 2, we had a due date and had to work fast. And though there's a lot of pressure, as artists, we just block it out. So really, the pressure comes from us. That's how the first movie happened. There was no outside pressure: we wanted to hit the audience hard. ↗

— Shawn Wayans

#audience #block #comes #date #due

I spent hours as a kid on the putting green of the local golf course imagining I was sinking a putt to win the Masters. ↗

— Mike Weir

#golf #golf course #green #hours #i

AT&T will not block access to the public Internet or degrade service, period. ↗

— Edward Whitacre, Jr.

#amp #block #degrade #internet #period

The only thing I have done religiously in my life is keep a journal. I have hundreds of them, filled with feathers, flowers, photographs, and words - without locks, open on my shelves. ↗

— Terry Tempest Williams

#feathers #filled #flowers #hundreds #i

Historically, when we have better clocks, we have better navigation. ↗

— David J. Wineland

#clocks #historically #navigation

To get over artist's block, make shitty art. ↗

— Dave Horowitz

#dave-horowitz #writers-block #writing-life #art

Time collapsed into a delicate dark pencil brushed against our eyebrows, the emergent rumble of crowds gathering above our heads. We slid into our costumes. Pirate, outlaw, futuristic rebels. Red, purple, gold. Chains hanging from our belts, tight black trousers. We were moved upstairs, closer to the stage. Finally, we heard the cannon's roar: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome... Tanzar recording artists... THE MASTER PLANETS!" The world shot forward. We stepped into the spotlight. ↗

— Donald Gallinger

#coming-of-age #holocaust #psychological-drama #revenge #rock-and-roll

Do you really wish to disobey me, Marbas? Do you wish to anger my father? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#magnus-bane #marbas #anger

One night--it was on the twentieth of March, 1888--I was returning from a journey to a patient(for I had now returned to civil practice), when my way led me through Baker Street. As I passed the well-remembered door...I was seized with a keen desire to see Holmes again, and to know how he was employing his extraordinary powers. His rooms were brilliantly lit, and, even as I looked up, I saw his tall, spare figure pass twice in a dark silhouette against the blind. He was pacing the room swiftly, eagerly, with his head sunk upon his chest and his hands clasped behind him. To me, who knew his every mood and habit, his attitude and manner told their own story. He was at work again. He had risen out of his drug-created dreams and was hot upon the scent of some new problems. ↗

— Arthur Conan Doyle

#sherlock-holmes #attitude