It doesn't matter where or how it is grown as long as it is packaged in plastic, put on the supermarket shelves, and bought as a commodity. In the New Story food is not commodity. Food is sacred. We need to be connected with soil, with animals that we take care of.
There is a universe behind and before him. And the day is approaching when closing the last book on the last shelf on the far left; he will say to himself, "now what?
To a book collector, you see, the true freedom of all books is somewhere on his shelves.
If you don't see the book you want on the shelves, write it.
To be in a couple, do you have to put your single self on a shelf?
Books wrote our life story, and as they accumulated on our shelves (and on our windowsills, and underneath our sofa, and on top of our refrigerator), they became chapters in it themselves.
What can you give a friend who has everything? Shelves.
You've only got a short shelf-life as an actor, and I want to make the most of it while I can.
Technology is like a fish. The longer it stays on the shelf, the less desirable it becomes.
With Donald Trump, you know, what I would tell you is that he`s got shelf life like I never would have guessed.
The best of merchandise will go back to the shelf unless handled by a conscientious, tactful salesman.
The years thunder by, The dreams of youth grow dim where they lie caked in dust on the shelves of patience. Before we know it, the tomb is sealed.
Ideas have a shelf-life. Share yours, let others collaborate, and you'll get new ones.
The old man was peering intently at the shelves. 'I'll have to admit that he's a very competent scholar. ' Isn't he just a librarian?' Garion asked, 'somebody who looks after books?' That's where all the rest of scholarship starts, Garion. All the books in the world won't help you if they're just piled up in a heap.
Technology has the shelf life of a banana.
All the books on my shelves, when I would go to them to look for help with my anguish, they all just seemed so crass. They didn't get it. Those books don't understand. Nobody understands. The universe, nobody understands my agony, or my questioning, and it's this shift in what in the world around us could possibly be meaningful or helpful.
The truth is that even big collections of ordinary books distort space, as can readily be proved by anyone who has been around a really old-fashioned secondhand bookshop, one that looks as though they were designed by M. Escher on a bad day and has more stairways than storeys and those rows of shelves which end in little doors that are surely too small for a full-sized human to enter. The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass; a good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read.
The shelves of books we haven't written, like those of books we haven't read, stretches out into the darkness of the universal library's farthest space. We are always at the beginning of the beginning of the letter A.
Good music shouldn't have a shelf life.
She stood there until something fell off the shelf inside her.