Famous Hustle Quotes

The classic hustle is still famous, even today, for the cold purity of its execution: bring opium from India, introduce it into China00howdy Fong, this here’s opium, opium, this is Fong—ah, so, me eatee!—no-ho-ho, Fong, you smokee, smokee, see? pretty soon Fong’s coming back for more and more, so you create an inelastic demand for that shit, get China to make it illegal, then sucker China into a couple-three disastrous wars over the right of your merchants to sell opium, which by now you are describing as sacred. You win, China loses. Fantastic.

A startling chain of events had caused this forced emergence of Marston-le-Willows from its pastoral seclusion, its almost mediaeval English passivity and quietude into the hustle and noise of twentieth-century publicity. That chain of events had culminated in a mysterious murder and apparently there are few people who are not immediately interested in a mysterious murder. It is said that even such exalted personages as prime ministers, chancellors of the exchequer, law lords, headmasters of famous schools and secretly a bishop or two are addicted to the reading of fictional murders as an invigorating relaxation from the terrible strain of their stupendous mental activities.

But the launching had been a great success and now that the Space Hotel was safely in orbit, there was a tremendous hustle and bustle to send up the first guests. It was rumored that the President of the United States himself was going to be among the first to stay in the hotel, and of course there was a mad rush by all sorts of other people across the world to book rooms. Several kings and queens had cabled the White House in Washington for reservations, and a Texas millionaire called Orson Cart, who was about to marry a Hollywood starlet called Helen Highwater, was offering one hundred thousand dollars a day for the honeymoon suite. But you cannot send guests to a hotel unless there are lots of people there to look after them, and that explains why there was yet another interesting object orbiting the earth at that moment. This was the large Commuter Capsule containing the entire staff for Space Hotel “U.S.A.” There were managers, assistant managers, desk clerks, waitresses, bellhops, chambermaids, pastry chefs and hall porters. The capsule they were traveling in was manned by the three famous astronauts, Shuckworth, Shanks and Showler, all of them handsome, clever and brave. “In exactly one hour,” said Shuckworth,

Everything comes to him who hustles while he waits.

Some of us just don’t feel comfortable with the status quo. If sitting around at night watching TV makes your brain boil, you’re probably a hustler. If you can’t bare the thought of being a cog in a wheel, you’re probably a hustler. If you want random people to know your name and what you stand for, you’re probably a hustler. It’s not about being famous or rich or powerful. It’s about making a difference in the world―doing something that matters.

The truth is most Artist when they sign contracts. They don’t care what it says or about terms and conditions. All they want is exposure , To be on the line light. To be famous. Having enough money to get by. They want to be in the main stream at all cost, even if it costs them their royalties, masters , life and freedom. Especially those who had been trying to make it on their own. Who had been struggling and hustling for years. Anything is good than nothing, because they are desperate. Once they make it. That is when they start crying and want people who were not part of their contract to sympathize with them, meanwhile they knew what they were getting themselves into , when signing the contract. They knew they would be cheated. They didn’t mind as long they will get also something out of it. The something they got is not enough anymore now they want more because they know their worth.