“It’s my world, and I don’t want any other. What it hasn’t got is not worth having, and what it doesn’t know is not worth knowing.”— Kenneth Grahame, amazon.com
“You can't own a human being. You can't lose what you don't own. Suppose you did own him. Could you really love somebody who was absolutely nobody without you? You really want somebody like that? Somebody who falls apart when you walk out the door? You don't, do you? And neither does he.”— Toni Morrison, books.google.com
“But the pleasure isn't owning the person. The pleasure is this. Having another contender in the room with you.”— Philip Roth, amazon.com
“I am America. I am the part you won't recognize. But get used to me. Black, confident, cocky; my name, not yours; my religion, not yours; my goals, my own; get used to me”— Muhammad Ali, dakrolak.tumblr.com
“Blackwater's dedication to efficiency formed the cornerstone of our entire corporate culture. It was perhaps the ultimate benefit of our streamlined hierarchy: The company had one owner— me— so no stockholders to answer to. There was no board of directors to argue with, and no interminable bureaucra…”— Erik Prince, amazon.com
“Buffett has famously eschewed splitting Berkshire's A shares, which currently trade at over $120,000, more than fifty times the price of the next-highest issue on the New York Stock Exchange (NYSE). He believes these splits are purely cosmetic and likens the process to dividing a pizza into eight ve…”— William N. Thorndike , amazon.com
“We know that a text does not consist of a line of words, releasing a single 'theological' meaning (the 'message' of the Author-God), but is a space of many dimensions, in which are wedded and contested various kinds of writing, no one of which is original: the text is a tissue of citations, resultin…”— Roland Barthes, tbook.constantvzw.org
“Once the Author is gone, the claim to 'decipher' a text becomes quite useless. To give an Author to a text is to impose upon that text a stop clause, to furnish it with a final signification, to close the writing.”— Roland Barthes, tbook.constantvzw.org