#no

There is no flag large enough to cover the shame of killing innocent people. ↗

— Howard Zinn

#enough #flag #innocent #innocent people #killing

As information technology restructures the work situation, it abstracts thought from action. ↗

— Shoshana Zuboff

#information #information technology #situation #technology #thought

I hope that Facebook and other Internet technologies were able to help people, just like we hope that we help them communicate and organize and do whatever they want to every single day, but I don't pretend that if Facebook didn't exist, that this wouldn't even be possible. Of course, it would have. ↗

— Mark Zuckerberg

#communicate #course #day #even #every

I look at modern life and I see people not taking responsibility for their lives. The temptation to blame, to find external causes to one's own issues is something that is particularly modern. I know that personally I find that sense of responsibility interesting. ↗

— Edward Zwick

#causes #external #find #i #i see

You know, after all these years, it's just like we are who we are and it's a struggle for me and sometimes I'm heavier and sometimes I'm thinner. ↗

— Carnie Wilson

#heavier #i #just #know #like

I face every project the same way - do it right and give 110%. 100% isn't good enough. ↗

— Debra Wilson

#every #face #give #good #i

If Laura was so prolific with poems, and in truth she was, then what was the problem with Megan’s request? Couldn’t Laura, with a little doing, keep stringing together line after line of words and construct, in time, a novel? It seemed logical, but there was the matter of finding an idea and sustaining it. Only fire could do that. The fire of rebellion. Mario Vargas Llosa had not used the term “fire” exactly, but rather had discussed the presence of “seditious roots” that could “dynamite the world” the writer inhabited. He claimed that writing stories was an exercise in freedom and quarreling—out-and-out rebellion, whether or not the writer was conscious of it. And this rebellion, Vargas Llosa reminded his readers, was why the Spanish Inquisition had strictly censored works of fiction, prohibiting them for three hundred years in the American colonies. ↗

— L.L. Barkat

#mario-vargas-llosa #novel-writing #writer #writing #writing-a-novel

All I need is a big surfboard and a piano. ↗

— Dennis Wilson

#i #need #piano

In two days, it's hard to to get the quality you would normally want for a design project. ↗

— Douglas Wilson

#design #get #hard #normally #project

When her blue-black eyes lifted to his, everything disappeared. Their bodies dematerialized. The room they were in ceased to exist. Time became nothing. And in the void, in the wormhold, Wrath's chest opened up sure as if he'd been shot, a piercing pain licking over his nerve endings. He knew then that there are many ways for a heart to break. Sometimes it's from the crowding of life, the compression of responsibility and birthright and burden that just squeezed you until you couldn't breathe anymore. Even though your lungs were working just fine. And sometimes it's from the casual cruelty of a fate that took you far from where you had thought you would end up. And sometimes it's age in the face of youth. Or sickness in the face of health. But sometimes it's just because you're looking into the eyes of your lover, and your gratitude for having them in your life overflows...because you showed them what was on the inside and they didn't run scared or turn away: they accepted you and loved you and held you in the midst of your passion or your fear...or your combination of both. Wrath closed his eyes and focused on the soft pulls at his wrist. God, they were just like the beat of his heart. Which made sense. Because she was the center of his chest. And the center of his world. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#j-r-ward #paranormal #age