#mo

Declining overseas admissions costs us not only much needed revenues for colleges and universities, but much more importantly, we lose the best opportunity we have to introduce foreign students to all that America has to offer the world. ↗

— Richard Lugar

#best #colleges #costs #declining #foreign

Please drop a note to the clerk of the weather, and have a good, rousing snow-storm -- say on the twenty-second. None of your meek, gentle, nonsensical, shilly-shallying snow-storms; not the sort where the flakes float lazily down from the sky as if they didn't care whether they ever got here or not, and then melt away as soon as they touch the earth, but a regular business-like whizzing, whirring, blurring, cutting snow-storm, warranted to freeze and stay on! ↗

— Kate Douglas Wiggin

#business

She wanted a degree in business technology, not to be the next freaking Nora Roberts. ↗

— Mari Carr

#business

If you do shit gold, Father, find a privy and get busy, he wanted to say, but he knew better. --Tyrion Lannister ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#business

I'm so busy I dont know whether to scratch my watch or wind my butt ↗

— Irelynd Brown

#business

Monday is a great for becoming too busy to die. ↗

— Roy Station

#business

I think I'm smart, and I know I was a good mom. But there wasn't a lot I could point to and say, that's why I'm special. ↗

— Charles Duhigg

#business

The sergeants are shunted forward and they blink and stare up at Gonzo as he leans on the edge of his giant mixing bowl. MacArthur never addressed his troops from a mixing bowl--not even one made from a spare geodesic radio emplacement shell--and certainly de Gaulle never did. But Gonzo Lubitsch does, and he does it as if a whole long line of commanders were standing at his shoulder, urging him on. "Gentlemen," says Gonzo softly, "holidays are over. I need an oven, and I need one in about twenty minutes, or these fine flapjacks will go to waste, and that is not happening." And something about this statement and the voice in which he says it makes it clear that this is simply true. One way or another, this thing will get done. Under a layer of grime and horror, these two are soldiers, and more, they are productive, can-do sorts of people. Rustily but with a gratitude which is not so far short of worship, they say "Yes, sir" and are about their business. ↗

— Nick Harkaway

#flapjacks #humor #pancakes #soldiers #war

Among the reasons people keep sad stories to themselves is that they do not want anyone to feel sorry for them. I don't. I don't want you to feel sorry for me. ↗

— Judith Moore

#anyone #feel #i #keep #me

Pegi just recorded "I Don't Want to Talk About," written by Danny Whitten, the original Crazy Horse guitar player and singer who's all over Early Daze, an album of songs from the beginning of Crazy Horse that I have been working on compiling recently. Danny was every bit the artist I am, but he died of a heroin OD in the early seventies. Every time I hear Pegi sing that song, it makes me tremendously sad. She sings it so beautifully, phrasing it to break my heart. She does it justice. You can see I have some unfinished business with Danny. ↗

— Neil Young

#memory #reflection #beauty