Quotes About Discovery

The biggest needle movers will be things that customers don't know to ask for," he would write years later in a letter to shareholders. "We must invent on their behalf. We have to tap into our own inner imagination about what's possible.

Quando uma empresa formula uma ideia, o processo é caótico. Não há um momento do tipo 'ahá'", disse Bezos.

there's only one way out of this predicament, and that is to invent out way out

willingness to try a lot of things and make many mistakes.

Esperanza handed him a slip of paper. "Here's the office number for Susan Lex, Dennis's older sister." Myron read the number like it was in code and might mean something. "I had another thought.

usually something unrelated to the task at hand, ricocheting your thoughts into an unexpected direction—a direction that inevitably leads to a solution linear thinking could never have approached.

I found something in Mercer's room," Walker said in a voice as gray as a tombstone. "I think it belongs to Haley McWaid.

Big Cyndi crossed the room with an agility that belied the bulk. She wrapped me in an embrace that made me feel as if I'd been mummified in wet attic insulation. In a good way. "Oh, Mr. Bolitar!" She started sniffling, a sound that brought images of moose mating on the Discovery Channel.

We pushed past branches and through humidity thick enough to bind. The gummy smell of pine clawed the air. We trudged through high grass. Mosquitoes and the like buzzed upward in our wake. Trees cast long shadows that you could interpret any way you wanted, like trying to figure out what a cloud looked like or one of Rorschach's inkblots. We

She had spotted three of them, at the very least. Probably more. She had also spotted the B&T Paint van. She'd dialed the number on the van's sign, but it was out of service. She checked with directory assistance. There was no B&T Paint. They

He found copies of Stan's columns.

So when did you know for sure?" she asked. "I mean, about his, uh, talents. Do you remember?" He did. Too well. "Freshman year, maybe a month into the school year, a bunch of football players decided to shave Win's head. You know how it is. They thought his hair looked too perfect, what with the straight part and the yellow blond and all that." "Right.

bent down closer to

So add up all the new clues and… Broome didn't have a clue. And

The secret is honey.

Who wants a library full of books you've already read?

I mean, what do you do, when you find that things are not what you were taught they're supposed to be? What do you do with the desperation that boils up from your stomach when you know there's a road out there with your destination at the end of it, but it's too damned dark to even find the road? You turn and turn and turn around like a dog trying to escape. Shrieks in the cavity of your head that so urgently needs to be filled with facts and challenges.

And then we were all lifted and hurled away from there, down back the way we had come, around a bend, into a darkway we had never explored, over terrain that was ruined and filled with broken glass and rotting cables and rusted metal and far away further than any of us had ever been

Who wants a Library full of books they've already read?

Infinite knowledge can never wonder. All wonder is the effect of novelty upon ignorance.

Everybody's gotta learn, nobody's born knowing.

Now that I was compelled to think about it, reading was something that just came to me, as learning to fasten the seat of my union suit without looking around, or achieving two bows from a snarl of shoelaces.

I was proceeding on the dim theory, aside from the innate attractiveness of such words, that if Atticus discovered I had picked them up at school he wouldn't make me go.

As she welcomed him silently to the human race, the stab of discovery made her tremble a little.