#cycle

I used a bike in London and that's it. I learnt a lot about biking, and really got into. Now I cycle regularly. ↗

— Jonny Lee Miller

#bike #biking #cycle #got #i

I'm conscious of a series of circles working its way through my life. And at this particular moment I have come round to the beginning of my writing cycle. It begins with poetry. There's hardly a day that goes past on which I don't write poetry. ↗

— Ben Okri

#begins #circles #come #conscious #cycle

I bicycle 12,000-foot mountain passes, run, cross train, skate-ski, hike and mountain bike. ↗

— Carre Otis

#bike #cross #hike #i #mountain

The fact that people still know us is, in my opinion, a result of our music and of the big money that runs the music industry today. The people who control the industry are accountants who recycle everything in new, nostalgic packages, and everything else, to make more money. ↗

— Rick Wright

#big #control #else #everything #fact

If I can bicycle, I bicycle. ↗

— David Attenborough

#i #i can

Without death there is little innovation. Extinction - death of a species - is part and parcel of evolutionary change. In the absence of this kind of extinction new developments would not prosper. In our own history, periods when ideas have been perpetuated by dogma, preventing the replacement of old by new ideas, have also been times of stultifying stagnation. The Dark Ages in western society were the most static, least innovative of times. So the fact that trilobites were replaced by batches of successive species through their long history was a testimony to their evolutionary vigour. ↗

— Richard Fortey

#death #evolution #extinction #innovation #trilobites

Hey," I said softly and cupped his cheek. "Yeah?" “What about your dream?” His face went dimples. “I’m lookin’ at it, darlin’.” Oh. Crap. My heart felt near bursting. I was absolutely done for. This man owned me, body and soul, and everything in between. ↗

— Madeline Sheehan

#motorcycle-man #dreams

I had a dream about a motorcycle," said Harry, remembering suddenly. "It was flying." Uncle Vernon nearly crashed into the car in front. He turned right around in his seat and yelled at Harry, his face like a gigantic beet with a mustache: "MOTORCYCLES DON'T FLY!" Dudley and Piers sniggered. "I know they don't," said Harry. "It was only a dream. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#dursley #harry-potter #motorcycle #dreams

Without forgiveness life is governed by... an endless cycle of resentment and retaliation. ↗

— Roberto Assagioli

#endless #forgiveness #governed #life #resentment

Nobody gives way to anybody. Everyone just angles, points, dives directly toward his destination, pretending it is an all-or-nothing gamble. People glare at one another and fight for maneuvering space. All parties are equally determined to get the right-of-way--insist on it. They swerve away at the last possible moment, giving scant inches to spare. The victor goes forwards, no time for a victory grin, already engaging in another contest of will. Saigon traffic is Vietnamese life, a continuous charade of posturing, bluffing, fast moves, tenacity and surrenders. ↗

— Andrew X. Pham

#motorcycles #saigon #traffic #vietnam #equality