Quotes About Ownership

The big value of the founder running the company is really two things: the knowledge and the commitment.

Never sell, never franchise.

I do not think any thinking individual buys a sports franchise, or an English football club, to make money.

I think everybody goes off and does their own vision. And I don't take responsibility for other people's work, frankly. It's bad enough taking responsibility for my own.

I frequently say that I never share blame, I never share credit, and I never share desserts!

Why would I want a place of my own? Then I would have to things worry about, like doing laundry and having food in the fridge.

I have got nothing against family companies, but there must be real equity, that is all I say. It cannot be based on influence or political friendships. It has to be based on real equity backing their dreams.

With Marvel, I obviously don't own the characters, so there are levels of approval to go through. But I'm very seldom told no, and never without reason. Maybe I've just been lucky; I don't know, but I don't think it's as frustrating as people generally imagine. I act as though I own it all while I'm writing, I think. I hope, anyway.

When a person earns money, it makes sense if he spends it himself. It's a shame when a person earns money, and some strange funds spend it.

En medio de tanta gente, yo era el único que podía gritar: esa mujer es mía C.V.

That monstrosity you honour with your name - which is also mine, thank you!

Most men resemble great deserted palaces: the owner occupies only a few rooms and has closed off wings where he never ventures.

stories belong to everybody.

When I was at school my jography told as th' world was shaped like a orange an' I found out before I was ten that th' whole orange doesn't belong to nobody. No one owns more than his bit of a quarter an' there's times it seems like there's not enow quarters to go round. But don't you - none o' you - think as you own th' whole orange or you'll find out that you're mistaken, an' you won't find it out without hard knocks.

When I was at school my jography told as th' world was shaped like a orange an' I found out before I was ten that th' whole orange doesn't belong to nobody. No one owns more than his bit of a quarter an' there's times it seems like there's not enow quarters to go round. But don't you—none o' you—think as you own th' whole orange or you'll find out you're mistaken, an' you won't find it out without hard knocks.

I've stolen a garden. It isn't mine, it isn't anybody's. Nobody wants it, nobody cares for it, nobody ever goes into it. Perhaps everything is dead in it already, I don't know. I don't care, I don't care. Nobody has any right to take it from me when I care about it and they don't. They're letting it die, all shut in by itsellf!

They were as real as Sara, and it was careless of them not to come out of the story shadowland and say, "Here I am — tell about me." But they did not — which was their fault and not mine. People who live in the story one is writing ought to come forward at the beginning and tap the writing person on the shoulder and say, "Hallo, what about me?" If they don't, no one can be blamed but themselves and their slouching, idle ways.

As much as you own an old house and garden, it owns you. There's a continuum in progress.

But now, thus says the LORD, your Creator, O Jacob, and He who formed you, O Israel: "Do not fear, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by name; you are Mine!" ISAIAH 43 : 1

Their eyes met and held. As he passed, Matthias spoke low. The lady's mine.

Sin embargo, allí estaba él, con las mismas exigencias que los otros, como si quisiera arrebatarle algo que era suyo y llevárselo en el bolsillo.

A man's flesh is his own; the water belongs to the tribe.

I'm the well-trained fruit tree, he thought. Full of well-trained feelings and abilities and all of them grafted onto me—all bearing for someone else to pick.

Who owns this river passage? This verdant valley? This peninsula? This planet? None of us.