I got you a present.""Did you?""It's a book of poetry--romancy stuff. I thought, 'How schmaltzy is that, ' so it seemed like the thing. Then I screwed up and left it in my desk at work

No. No, I don't believe you'd betray me with her. I don't believe you'd cheat on me. But I'm afraid, and I'm sick in my heart that you might look at her, then at me. And regret.

Never glorify anger

It's not too good to have this attitude in F1. It could be a disadvantage.

I take care to only teach courses about fiction film. I believe that this balances and broadens my documentary work.

You're pretending this isn't your life. You think it's going to happen some other time. When you're dead you'll realise you were alive now.

Python is an experiment in how much freedom programmers need. Too much freedom and nobody can read another's code; too little and expressiveness is endangered.

Poor intricated soul! Riddling, perplexed, labyrinthical soul!

Here's a thing about the death of your mother, or anyone else you love: You can't anticipate how you'll feel afterward. People will tell you; a few may be close to right, none exactly right.

First-class travel, provided one hasn't to pay for it oneself, is the most insidiously addictive of life's luxuries.

The average are addicted to leisure. The exceptional are obsessed with learning.

A new era in the physiological investigation of linguistic sounds was opened up by X-ray photography.