I will no longer be referred to as Miss Steinem of Ms. magazine.
Antimicrobial resistance is on the rise in Europe and elsewhere in the world. We are losing our first-line antimicrobials. Replacement treatments are more costly, more toxic, need much longer durations of treatment, and may require treatment in intensive care units.
We are no longer demonstrators. We are not actors, we are now people committed to the proposition that if the government won’t stop the war, we will stop the government.
I realized the other day that I’ve lived in New York longer than I’ve lived anywhere else. It’s amazing: I am a New Yorker. It’s strange; I never thought I would be.
I am sure that the sad days and happenings were rare, and that I lived the joyous and careless life of other children; but just because the happy days were so habitual to me they made no impression upon my mind, and I can no longer recall them.
Hunger changes you. As your body begins to claw at you, your stomach churning in anger, every person who shares a photo of the fancy meal they’re about to eat is no longer your friend.
People who lived in the 1920s and ’30s and ’40s were not so different from us. In some ways, they were probably better citizens than we are. They had longer attention spans, for example. Educated people tended to read a bit more than we did.
When a country loses its identity, it no longer knows what it is or where it comes from and what its real worth is. So it dissolves.
So the ideology was that: use sounds as instruments, as sounds on tape, without the causality. It was no longer a clarinet or a spring or a piano, but a sound with a form, a development, a life of its own.
The central paradox of the machines that have made our lives so much brighter, quicker, longer and healthier is that they cannot teach us how to make the best use of them; the information revolution came without an instruction manual.
Being successful right away is obviously less stressful, but when it takes longer, it’s often sweeter.
People are living a lot longer these days and not preparing for it. I’m in the gym and, you know, using my voice.
Only when manhood is dead – and it will perish when ravaged femininity no longer sustains it – only then will we know what it is to be free.
Any action is often better than no action, especially if you have been stuck in an unhappy situation for a long time. If it is a mistake, at least you learn something, in which case it’s no longer a mistake. If you remain stuck, you learn nothing.
Sometimes I think I should have stayed longer and I should have done more films.
Death does not concern us, because as long as we exist, death is not here. And when it does come, we no longer exist.
We no longer dare to believe in beauty and we make of it a mere appearance in order the more easily to dispose of it.
The obscure we see eventually. The completely obvious, it seems, takes longer.
I thought of my father and felt a deep sorrow that he should no longer be alive, and that I could not go to him and tell him that I had been awarded the Nobel Prize. I knew that no one would have been happier than he to hear this.
We must have constantly present in our minds the difference between independence and liberty. Liberty is a right of doing whatever the laws permit, and if a citizen could do what they forbid he would no longer be possessed of liberty.
