Quotes About Factory

I believe Hollywood is the most effective and disastrous propaganda factory there has ever been in the history of human beings.

Art is History's nostalgia, it prefers a thatched roof to a concrete factory, and the huge church above a bleached village.

I was coming home from kindergarten - well they told me it was kindergarten. I found out later I had been working in a factory for ten years. It's good for a kid to know how to make gloves.

In the factory we make cosmetics. In the store we sell hope.

When I was a little boy, I used to work in a sweatshop. We made deodorant.

A poet can do much more for his country than the proprietor of a nail factory.

A poet," he liked to say, "can do much more for his country than the proprietor of a nail factory.

Now that I think about it, I was arrested in 1992. Some people may think of that as a bad thing, but I feel good about it. I chained myself to the gate of a phone book factory, a GTE factory in Los Angeles. They were using thousand-year-old trees to make phone books. I think that's a total waste of a tree.

Nous sommes les occupants de cet espace et de ce temps. Nous sommes les ouvriers, manÅ"uvres, ingénieurs, d'une usine sans porte.

The British custom of taking tea as an afternoon break has more to do with sugar than with tea. During the nineteenth century, when the custom arose, it was something like the coffee break in modern workplaces, but not so leisurely: a chance to gulp a quick cup of tea, which was invariably laced with sugar. In this way were the human machines of the factory "nourished"—fueled—without even needing to leave their machines.

The predominant system of farming bolstered by all of this is accurately named industrial agriculture. It is capital-intensive, not labor-intensive, which largely explains the region's depopulation. Industrial agriculture considers the countryside as a factory.

Flares and small incendiary bombs began to fall as the car approached Kreuzberg. The neighborhood was a typical target for the RAF's current strategy of killing as many civilian factory workers as possible. With staggering hypocrisy Churchill and Attlee were claiming they attacked only military targets, and civilian casualties were a regrettable side effect. Berliners knew better.

The Albion Mills was London's first factory, and its first great symbol of industrialization; its construction inaugurated not only the great age of steam-driven factories,* but also the doomed though poignant resistance to them.

We cannot forget [for example] that one of the big war factories in Germany was the Opel Company which was owned and financed by the General Motors Corporation, a company in which Secretary Stettinius had a great interest.

Marxism was simply Marxism until Freud was invited into its bed. It then became fucking Marxism! It moved the focus from the factory floor to the bedroom, from necessity to narcissism to the abandonment of the toilers and the move towards todays obsession with toiletry freedom.

There was an easier solution to the security breach. He could kill us all. An explosion at a bomb factory would tidy up the problems of a trial drawn out by national security motions. There would be no pleas, no losing, no settlement. If this place blew, no one would ever know about Wahi Pandi, Gadwhal or the Gissar heliport. None of it. The secret would be safe.

Hollywood grew to be the most flourishing factory of popular mythology since the Greeks.

What I loathe is the multi-national conglomerates who must take responsibility for the degradation and pollution of so much of our landscape with their factory farming and greed.

If a factory closes down here and pops up in China where they don't have access to clean technology, clean energy, then the world is not better off.

Hollywood grew to be the most flourishing factory of popular mythology since the Greeks.

I tap a Malediction out of the box, fire it up, and puff. It tastes like a tire fire in a candy factory next door to a strip club. The best cigarettes in the universe.

I tap a Malediction out of the box, fire it up, and puff. It tastes like a tire fire in a candy factory next door to a strip club. The best cigarettes ever.

I want an Oompa-Loompa!' screamed Veruca.

I, Willy Wonka, have decided to allow five children – just five, mind you, and no more – to visit my factory this year.