When you're working in public radio, you don't have any money to advertise.
Reality must take precedence over public relations, for nature cannot be fooled.
I'm not one of the people who have to be in public office.
There is no such thing as public opinion. There is only published opinion.
I have and I will always work to promote a civil public discourse.
Because the majority of my readers are women, I feel that one public service I can provide to them is to spread the message of regular mammograms and early detection within the strip.
The key battleground in the war on terrorism, therefore, is in the minds of the American public.
The age of Lincoln and Jefferson memorials is over. It will be presidential libraries from now on.
If written directions alone would suffice, libraries wouldn't need to have the rest of the universities attached.
A library: Where we can shhhh people without offense.
He who has a garden and a library wants for nothing.
Television and film are our libraries now. Our history books.
I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.
If you want to get laid, go to college. If you want an education, go to the library.
Exclusively oral cultures are unencumbered by dead knowledge, dead facts. Libraries, on the other hand, are full of them.
Nothing sickens me more than the closed door of a library.
Effie Trinket: The library, all mahogany...
I discovered Deborah Ellis's books in the school library after my head teacher encouraged me to go beyond the school curriculum and look for books I might enjoy.
Books have survived television, radio, talking pictures, circulars (early magazines), dailies (early newspapers), Punch and Judy shows, and Shakespeare's plays. They have survived World War II, the Hundred Years' War, the Black Death, and the fall of...
Great writers, I discovered, were not to be bowed down before and worshipped, but embraced and befriended. Their names resounded through history not because they had massive brows and thought deep incomprehensible thoughts, but because they opened wi...
The Bodleian above anything else made Oxford what it was . . . There was something incommunicably grand about it, something difficult to understand unless you had spent your evenings there or walked past it on the way to celebrate the boat race, a ma...
