#virtual

We always work at least a month to six weeks before we go on the road, usually for something like eight to 12 hours a night. It took six weeks to do it this time. We just play virtually everything we know. ↗

— Charlie Watts

#before #eight #everything #go #hours

By the end of the summer of 1973 I thought it was virtually impossible for South Vietnam to survive. How in the heck could they? ↗

— William Westmoreland

#end #heck #how #i #impossible

I've built an 8-track studio in my house that's virtually identical to what they used at Abbey Road, and I also own the 16-track set-up that Led Zeppelin used to record 'Houses of the Holy.' I'm interested in producing, but I'm mostly recording my own stuff. ↗

— Lukas Haas

#also #built #holy #house #houses

You know, I've virtually never been chatted up in my life, it's true. ↗

— Elizabeth Hurley

#i #know #life #my life #never

How do you keep war accountable to the American people when war becomes invisible and virtual? ↗

— Michael Ignatieff

#american #american people #becomes #how #invisible

One of the joys of being a grandparent is giving your grandchild caffeinated sugary drinks late in the day, and sending them home. Do you have any idea how many years I had to wait for that? ↗

— Neil Leckman

#virtual-cubicle #wurms #home

I like live audiences, with real people - virtual reality is no substitute. ↗

— Hillary Clinton

#i #like #live #people #real

It is virtually impossible to control Northern Kenya, which is populated chiefly by migrant nomads. ↗

— Richard Leakey

#control #impossible #kenya #migrant #northern

Being virtually killed by a virtual laser in a virtual space is just as effective as the real thing, because you are as dead as you think you are. ↗

— Douglas Adams

#defeat-and-attitude #laser #reality #virtual-reality #attitude

Thrice damned she howls like Cerberus to the night Guarding virtues that lie like forgotten stains On oaken floors that pave the willow lined paths of the past That lead to a meadow filled with the detritus of wasted love Rotting under a forgotten sun that no longer shines In a heart gone cold therein lies the haste of anger. ↗

— Neil Leckman

#virtual-cubicle #wurms #anger