Quotes About Adaptation

Setrakian said, "Think more along the lines of a man with a black cape. Fangs. Funny accent." He turned his head so that Gus could hear him better. "Now take away the cape and fangs. The funny accent. Take away anything funny about it." Gus

I was far away from where China was changing and was constantly reminded that more changes were around the corner.

My family moved a lot as a kid. We started in Colorado, where I lived for five years. We moved to Chicago for two years, to San Francisco for one year, Connecticut for seven, Oregon for a couple years, and then I went to school. So I was always moving, I'm still always moving.

if the classic idea of the Atonement ever again resumes a leading place in Christian theology, it is not likely that it will revert to precisely the same forms of expression that it has used in the past; its revival will not consist in a putting back of the clock.

Tradition is laziness.

Các dân t?c ??u b? tính cách c?a chính h? th?ng tr?; và t?t c? nh?ng thi?t ch? nào không ???c ?úc khuôn v?a v?n v?i tính cách ?y s? ch? là th? qu?n áo vay m??n, m?t th? gi? trang t?m th?i.

The wide and strange land shaped and reshaped human institutions to its own purposes, and one either learned to live with the blazing sun, the scarcity of water, the dust and interminable distances, and the whispering quiet of empty canyons and mesas, or he admitted failure and moved elsewhere.

But I can divine one thing: in Mexican food's rumble through this country, in the trail behind and the road ahead, I see us -- always evolving, never stagnant, continually striving for something better, constantly delicious. The American spirit manifested as a combo plate, heavy on the salsa.

These weren't the tamales of my youth—they were smaller, but that was okay.

Tellingly, the Latinos who frequented his stand eschewed the tacos in favor of hot dogs and hamburgers. He racked up sales that opening day, but no one wanted the tacos. Finally, a white man ordered one, mispronouncing it as "take-oh." The shell was already cold, waiting for its fillings; Bell prepared it and handed it to the gentleman. Juice from the ground beef inside dribbled on his pinstriped suit, but the man ordered another. Bell was ecstatic.

Across the street, Mitla Cafe's mascot stares directly at the former Bell's Burgers, stares with a smile, just next to the slogan "Real Mexican Food." Mitla might not have the riches, might never have capitalized on its tacos, but it gets the last laugh. The Taco Bell taco is dead. Long live the taco.

Only four years ago they had presumably been carefree, single girls laughing in a disco and now, as if hardened by some battle, they were assertive, humourless creatures he would not care to live with.

nothing now exists that is so valuable as whatever theoretically might replace it.

The mind cannot just manufacture words for abstract concepts out of thin air – all it can do is adapt what is already available.

People can cope with the chaos of change over the years (that is, with 'diachronic variation'), simply because they can cope with the even greater chaos of synchronic variation, the diversity at any one point in time.

without these much maligned forces of destruction, language would never have developed in the first place.

The new anthropology required each culture to be understood on its own terms, as a product of its own evolution rather than as merely an earlier stage in the ascent toward Western civilization.

Like any pendulum worth its weight, received opinion finds it difficult to swing from one extreme position and settle directly in the middle, without first hurtling all the way to the opposite extreme.

The simple truth is that ll languages change, all the time - the only static languages are dead ones.

Daha önce önemli olan pek çok ÅŸeyin art?k o kadar önemli olmad???n?, eskiden çok istediÄŸimiz ÅŸeylerin art?k bizim için neredeyse hiçbir önem ta??mad???n? gösterecek anlarla her zaman kar??laÅŸaca??m?z gerçeÄŸini -Åžimdi- hat?rlayabilsek, o zaman...

Bir yerden ayr?lmaktan korkma, oraya ba?l? kalmaktan kork, al??kanl?klar?ndan kork. Hep ayn? kalmaktan kork.

What we think we'll do is often not what we end up doing. It isn't always in our own control, our life.

Whichever way the wind blows, it will rain upon the Kindath.

The effect of being violently driven from home, and that home being despoiled .... it can go on and on like sea-surf against rocks. On and on within a man or a woman, or within a child as it grows up somewhere else, never sat home, only away .