The crocodile cannot turn its head. Like all science, it must always go forward with all-devouring jaws.
I never miss a good chance to shut up
I blame Jeb for letting you be such a smart aleck. ” I stared at her. “I blame you for altering my DNA! I mean, I have wings, lady! What were you thinking?
Yeah,” said Iggy. “But what now? Let’s do something fun. ” I guess being on the run from bloodthirsty Erasers and insane scientists wasn’t enough fun for him. Kids today are so spoiled.
Do I open it? Do I open it? Of course I freaking open it!
My life would never contain a convenient, pain-saving plan when it could stretch a problem out into an endless agony of uncertainty and torture.
What are you doing in there, waxing your mustache?” Iggy yelled, pounding on the bathroom door. I yanked the door open and pushed him backward hard, making him stagger. “I don’t have a mustache, you idiot!” Iggy giggled and put his arms up to protect himself in case I punched him. “And you know what?” I added. “You don’t have one either. Well, maybe in a couple years. You can always hope. ” I left him in the hallway, anxiously fingering his upper lip.
The fish trap exists because of the fish: once you have gotten the meanings, you can forget the words.
You have to have a big vision and take very small steps to get there. You have to be humble as you execute but visionary and gigantic in terms of your aspiration. In the Internet industry, it's not about grand innovation, it's about a lot of little innovations: every day, every week, every month, making something a little bit better.
Flying is like the ultimate superpower; it's just, like, the coolest thing.
My deepest gratitude to the Creator for His gift to me. . . the joy I receive in creating my music.