"If two people who love each other let a single instant wedge itself between them, it grows-it becomes a month, a year, a century; it becomes to late."

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Source : Jan Austell, Jean Anouilh, Jean Giraudoux, Bernard Shaw, Thornton Wilder (1971). “The play as theater”

Jean Giraudoux

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“Religion is the yeast of death cakes. It is the most awful agent on a vulnerable mind. It's the refuge of alienated and lonely people. It's what people had before television. It yokes people together into an imaginary world. It is just people talking to their imaginary friends, at length. I wouldn't mind, but some of the people are world leaders.”
“In the world which we know, among the different and primitive geniuses that preside over the evolution of the several species, there exists not one, excepting that of the dog, that ever gave a thought to the presence of man.”
“Nest is one vertical implementation of a set of smart products for the home. But we will support other peoples smart products for the home.”

Source : "Google’s Grand Plans: A Conversation With Larry Page and Sundar Pichai". Interview with Farhad Manjoo, bits.blogs.nytimes.com. June 26, 2014.
“If one day someone came up to me and was like, 'Look, you're never going to act again,' I don't know what I would do.”

Source : "Biography/Personal Quotes". www.imdb.com.
“You see. . . it's really quite strenuous doing nothing all day, so once a week we take a holiday and go nowhere, which was just where we were going when you came along. Would you care to join us?”
“I hate all sidekicks.”
“I have commanded that my [titulary] abide like the mountains; when the sun shines its rays are bright upon the titulary of my majesty; my Horus is high upon the standard ... forever.”

Source : Inscriptions at Djeser-Djeseru, as quoted in "Ancient Records of Egypt: Historical Documents from the Earliest Times to the Persian Conquest" by James Henry Breasted, 1906.
“He Looked and smelt like Autumn's very brother, his face being sunburnt to wheat-colour, his eyes blue as corn-flowers, his sleeves and leggings dyed with fruit-stains, his hands clammy with the sweet juice of apples, his hat sprinkled with pips, and everywhere about him the sweet atmosphere of cider which at its first return each season has such an indescribable fascination for those who have been born and bred among the orchards.”

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