#plan

Every year, nearly two-thirds of the approximately 200,000 patients in need of a bone marrow transplant will not find a marrow donor that matches within their families. ↗

— Nathan Deal

#bone #bone marrow #donor #every #families

I write pretty much anywhere - on planes, in hotel rooms, anywhere in my house. ↗

— Jeffery Deaver

#hotel #hotel rooms #house #i #i write

I would not be opposed to devising a new system of pensions, in which one part was based on collective provision, but which also gave incentives for people to take out an additional, personal plan. ↗

— Jacques Delors

#also #based #collective #devising #gave

Thus there arose in me both a need and a plan for the foundation of the human sciences. ↗

— Wilhelm Dilthey

#both #foundation #human #me #need

Planning to write is not writing. Outlining, researching, talking to people about what you're doing, none of that is writing. Writing is writing. ↗

— E. L. Doctorow

#doing #none #outlining #people #planning

When I was planning Family Viewing, the Ontario Film Development Corporation came into existence. ↗

— Atom Egoyan

#corporation #development #existence #family #film

No white group has founded a major religion on this planet. The major religious were started in the Orient and the Middle East, not in Greece and Rome. I always knew you racists didn't have a prayer. ↗

— Jane Elliot

#east #founded #greece #group #i

That was just my own personal program: I didn't want to get too high over the good moments because I didn't want to be saddened and depressed when things didn't go as I had planned. ↗

— Julius Erving

#depressed #get #go #good #good moments

I had no plans to be a director. ↗

— Mike Figgis

#had #i #plans

In fact, the only things in the flat Crowley devoted any personal attention to were the houseplants. They were huge, and green, and glorious, with shiny, healthy, lustrous leaves. This was because, once a week, Crowley went around the flat with a green plastic plant mister spraying the leaves, and talking to the plants.... Although talking is perhaps the wrong word for what Crowley did. What he did was put the fear of God into them. More precisely, the fear of Crowley. In addition to which, every couple of months Crowley would pick out a plant that was growing too slowly, or succumbing to leaf-wilt, or browning, or just didn't look quite as good as the others, and he would carry it around to all the plants. "Say goodbye to your friend," he'd say to them. "He just couldn't cut it..." Then he would leave the flat with the offending plant, and return an hour or so later with a large empty flower pot, which he would leave somewhere conspicuously around the flat. The plants were the most luxurious, verdant, and beautiful in London. Also the most terrified. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#houseplants #humor #beauty