Quotes About Garage

I founded Atari in my garage in Santa Clara while at Stanford. When I was in school, I took a lot of business classes. I was really fascinated by economics. You end up having to be a marketeer, finance maven and a little bit of a technologist in order to get a business going.

Being in a band is very much like a startup. You start in a garage. You hope to get interest from investors, like a major record label.

Still, I wasn't as certain as I tried to sound. And I wondered why it wasn't underputter—you know, for the one who puts them underground. Surely to take them seemed a bit excessive. I mean if they were dead. They wouldn't need the company on the way. Like you would take your sister to the drug store but you would put your bike in the garage. I loved the play of words and the meanings of them.

I am an obsessive garage cleaner - my wife and the neighbors make fun of me. I remember that my father was the same way, and now when I'm out there unearthing things in the garage, I realize I am becoming my dad!

Los Altos house with the garage where Apple was born In the Homestead High yearbook, 1972

The company's first office, after it moved out of his family garage, was in a small building it shared with a Sony sales office.

There Paul tried to pass along his love of mechanics and cars. "Steve, this is your workbench now," he said as he marked off a section of the table in their garage.

The Los Altos house with the garage where Apple was born

In September 1998, one month after they met with Bechtolsheim, Page and Brin incorporated their company, opened a bank account, and cashed his check. On the wall of the garage they put up a whiteboard emblazoned "Google Worldwide Headquarters.

After lunch they looked through some stuff in the garage and found a long narrow cage suitable for Joann to travel in. It had once served as a humane catch-'em-alive mink trap, and in fact no mink had ever entered it, such was its humanity.

If I could tell him just one thing, wherever he is, pass him one message, it would be this: he had something. Something to his thoughts, his ideas, the papers in his notebooks, the work we did in the garage. Beyond just a purity to his ideas, a sincerity to his belief, a genuine curiosity, a determination that, if he just sat there long enough, thought hard enough, failed enough times, he'd find a way in.

Include just enough detail for flavor and interest but not enough to emphasize or single out a particular item above the importance it deserves. In other words, don't describe the shovel hanging on the garage wall unless someone is going to dig a grave with it later. An exception would be if your character is a neat freak and the garden tools on the garage wall are alphabetized—this would characterize.

He had not put the light over the garage door on, or the porch light on, or any outside light. They would be visible from the road. He had the crazy idea that light would draw attention to him, could somehow be a magnet for someone (who? the cops? the ASPCA? St. Francis of Assisi?) to discover what he'd done. That was the last thing he needed now.

The 99 Cent Only Store is calling itself your Valentine's Day headquarters. Guys, if that's your Valentine's Day headquarters, you can also call the garage your new home.

He's sort of a homeless horse," I said. "I'm leaving for the airport in two seconds, and I won't be back for a couple days. You can put the horse in the garage, but I don't want that horse in my apartment." "Who would put a horse in an apartment? That's dumb." "Where's the horse staying now?" "My apartment." "I can always count on you to brighten my day," Ranger said. And he disconnected.

Bucky's garage was a two-bay cinder block structure that sat like an island in a sea of cars. New cars, old cars, smashed cars, rusted cars, cars that had signed on for the vital organ program

I have a pacemaker in, but it doesn't work very well, because every time I fart the garage door opens.

Practical storage pieces are great if you have a basement or a garage. But when you actually live with them day in and day out, they should be beautiful to look at.

We always thought it strange that nobody was up on that stage playing soul stuff. Maybe people were playing it in their garages, like us, but they always reverted to pure rock when they got on stage.

The odds were against us being an all-female garage band from California.

The officials in the garage do a great job.

I'm pretty infamous for opening my garage and standing in the middle of it and sneering.

The Hurricane The tree lay down on the garage roof and stretched, You have your heaven, it said, go to it.

Kevin watched as Rydell removed the helmet and wrote an address and telephone number on the back of last week's People. The magazine belonged to Monica, the Chinese girl in the garage; she always got hers printed out so there was never any mention of scandal or disaster, but with a triple helping of celebrity romance, particularly anything to do with the British royal family.