What’s funny is funny. The same thing that made you laugh a hundred years ago makes you laugh now.
Racism is not first and foremost a skin problem. It is a sin problem. See, when you believe that racism is a skin problem, you can take three hundred years of slavery, court decisions, marches, and the federal government involvement and still not get it fixed right.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s ‘One Hundred Years of Solitude’ is such a powerful book, and ‘Love in the Time of Cholera’ is so strangely, brilliantly optimistic.
To be censored is one sure way of knowing you have been taken dead seriously. It also speaks to the continuing power of the printed word, almost fifteen hundred years after that amazing invention.
I could listen to Lorne Michaels tell stories for a hundred years.
Architecture is a very dangerous job. If a writer makes a bad book, eh, people don’t read it. But if you make bad architecture, you impose ugliness on a place for a hundred years.
It could be that the methods needed to take the next step may simply be beyond present day mathematics. Perhaps the methods I needed to complete the proof would not be invented for a hundred years.
Our constancy, same might call it our madness, was necessary to wear down the oppressive forces of the old democracy which, in Spain, was a hundred years behind the times.
Fifty years ago or a hundred years ago, generally, most people would buy a house the way you buy a car. When you buy a car, do you think, ‘I better buy this year rather than next year because car prices might go up?’
Actors didn’t use to be celebrities. A hundred years ago, they put the theaters next to the brothels.
For me, any kind of thing that has stood for 100 years tells me of the health of that thing. So, cinema completing a hundred years in India just says that it is very healthy.
Many Mexican directors are scared to shoot in Mexico City, which is why there are many stories in Mexican cinema about little rural towns, or set a hundred years ago.
When a man is in doubt about this or that in his writing, it will often guide him if he asks himself how it will tell a hundred years hence.
Three hundred years ago a prisoner condemned to the Tower of London carved on the wall of his cell this sentiment to keep up his spirits during his long imprisonment: ‘It is not adversity that kills, but the impatience with which we bear adversity.
If you look over the course of a hundred years, I think the gradual erosion of the consensus that’s held our country together is probably more serious than a few bearded terrorists who fly into buildings.
It’s easy to laugh at etiquette, but in a hundred years, our children’s grandchildren will almost certainly be laughing at us.
After a hundred years the son of the King then reigning, who was of another family from that of the sleeping Princess, was a-hunting on that side of the country, and he asked what those towers were which he saw in the middle of a great thick wood.
I believed in realism, as summarized by John McCarthy’s comment to the effect that if we worked really hard, we’d have an intelligent system in from four to four hundred years.
For me, there’s nothing better than getting immersed in a sprawling, epic, multi-generational family saga, and ‘One Hundred Years of Solitude’ by Gabriel Garcia Marquez is the most sprawling, epic, and multi-generational of them all.
I think a few hundred years from now we’ll start having the ‘posthuman’ era of different species.
Whether or not our system of Indian management has been a success during the past ten, fifty, or hundred years is almost answered in the asking.
The history of the past, a hundred years from now, won’t be the history of the past that we learned in school because much more will have been revealed, and adjectives we can’t even imagine will have been brought to bear on what we did learn in school.
