H Hoover Quotes

Somehow then you tell something that matters very much to you to people who don't care, their disinterest spoils things - makes the cheap.

The beaver told the rabbit as they stared at the Hoover Dam: No, I didn't build it myself, but it's based on an idea of mine

I know that you believe he loves you,and i'm sure he does. But he's not loving you the right way. He doesn't love you the way you deserve to be loved. I f Ryle truly loves you,he wouldn't allow you to take him back. H e would make the decision to leave you himself so that he knows for a fact he can never hurt you again. That's the kind of love a woman deserves,Lily

The Church Committee investigation clearly showed that J. Edgar Hoover had a personal vendetta against Dr. King, and it has been reported he lost no love for the Kennedy brothers. The Kennedys were not only on the wrong side of Hoover's FBI, they were on the wrong side of the CIA as well. JFK fired several top intelligence officers (he asked for Allen Dulles' resignation) and at the time of his death he was privately talking about reorganizing the entire U.S. intelligence service.

The Republican Roosevelt wanted to fight plutocrats as well as anarchists. Their plunder of oil, coal, minerals, and timber on federal lands appalled him, in his role as the founder of America’s national parks. Corporate criminals, carving up public property for their private profit, paid bribes to politicians to protect their land rackets. Using thousand-dollar bills as weapons, they ransacked millions of acres of the last American frontiers. In 1905, a federal investigation, led in part by a scurrilous Secret Service agent named William J. Burns, had led to the indictment and conviction of Senator John H. Mitchell and Representative John H. Williamson of Oregon, both Republicans, for their roles in the pillage of the great forests of the Cascade Range. An Oregon newspaper editorial correctly asserted that Burns and his government investigators had used “the methods of Russian spies and detectives.” The senator died while his case was on appeal; the congressman’s conviction was overturned by the U.S. Supreme Court on grounds of “outrageous conduct,” including Burns’s brazen tampering with jurors and witnesses. Burns left the government and became a famous private eye; his skills at tapping telephones and bugging hotel rooms eventually won him a job as J. Edgar Hoover’s

Those who would have us again go to war to save democracy might give a little thought to the likelihood that we would come out of any such struggle a despotism ourselves.

The late American collector Robert H. Taylor said that a rare book is “a book I want badly and can’t find.” On the occasions that people answer seriously, they all agree that “rare” is a highly subjective moniker. The earliest use of the term has been traced to an English book-sale catalog in November 1692. But it wasn’t until the early eighteenth century that scholars attempted to define what makes a book rare, with bibliophile J. E. Berger making Monty Python-esque distinctions between “rarus” and “rarior” and “rarissiumus.” A book’s degree of rarity remains subjective, and the only qualities of “rare” that collectors and dealers seem to agree on is some combination of scarcity, importance, “and condition. Taste and trends play roles as well, however. When a movie adaptation is released, whether Pride and Prejudice or Nancy Drew, first editions of the book often become temporarily hot property among collectors. While Dickens will almost certainly be a perennial choice, Dr. Seuss’s star has risen as the children who were raised on his books have become adults with the means to form their own collections.

Mas eu não sabia. E não sei.Por isso, desculpa, Less. Lamento tanto ter-te deixado fingir permanentemente que estavas bem quando era óbvio que estavas longe de o estar. - H

- Eu vivo-te, Sky - digo eu junto dos seus lábios - Vivo-te tudo. - H

Não quero que não sinta nada quando a beijo. Quero que sinta tudo. - H

I mean, they look so stupid!” “They don’t!” said Lian, instantly angry. “How would you look gray, bald, a hundred pounds heavier, and naked? Would you like it if I looked at you then and said, ‘Wow, a fat dumb animal’?” “You don’t understand,” the man said. “I was trying to be polite, to explain—” “No,” said Lian. “You were trying to be forgiven for bigotry.

An hour passed in preparation. Lighting and recording camera were rigged, equipment carried in from the work wagon, tarps spread over the sand, a folding table set up for the microscope and instruments, rubber suits and gloves put on. It was a definite relief to put on the filter helmets. Along with the dust and microbes they eliminated odors in the air.

Later, on the basis of this and subsequent experiments, under Theo’s guidance, Karen wrote her first published paper, “The Cryptobiotic Characteristics of Specific Cephalopodic Scavengers on Eridan.

And where do we begin to search for our minds' copies, if they still exist? They must be hidden somewhere on Mars, maybe in one of the factories, or down there in those ghostly suites where the pioneers lived. I hope Hector comes home soon. It's very lonely here without him. That sounds pathetic, being lonely for a robot. But it's true. The thing is, with Shala gone, I don't have any real friends. And knowing Evan has been a thorough education in what false friends can be. So while I'm the President, it won't be wise to trust anyone who wants to become my friend. Power, like lasers, can do a lot of damage.

He was surprised to see a rack of bicycles just like the ones they rode to get around the ship. It hadn't occurred to him that bikes could be ridden on land.

Yess,” it hissed. “You do well to remind me. You matter, young human. I may not understand why, but there is a reason you came to this world.” It paused. “So I believe. You have reason to fear us, yet you came back. I will listen to you.” Cody thought the skipper might not understand about corporations and money. Since he didn't understand such things himself, he decided to omit that part. The skippers probably knew better than he did how many of their kind had died since humans came to their world, so he didn't want to talk about that either, or about the corporation's plans for the skippers' future. Instead he began by telling

Yess,” it hissed. “You do well to remind me. You matter, young human. I may not understand why, but there is a reason you came to this world.” It paused. “So I believe. You have reason to fear us, yet you came back. I will listen to you.” Cody thought the skipper might not understand about corporations and money. Since he didn't understand such things himself, he decided to omit that part. The skippers probably knew better than he did how many of their kind had died since humans came to their world, so he didn't want to talk about that either, or about the corporation's plans for the skippers' future. Instead he began by telling the skipper about the laws of the Federation of Worlds.

While he'd always wanted to be an adult, equal and independent, part of him had always dreaded growing up. To grow up meant going to Earth, leaving behind not only Avi and Emory but everything and everyone familiar. And while adults told him they had all done that, he felt it wasn't quite the same for them. Now he looked forward to it all. He was going to matter. And he had the next four years, during the voyage to Earth, to decide if he wanted to study law, if that could help the skippers and other creatures like them.

The two eyed each other, each through her own prejudices. The woman was tall and powerfully built, although her dark uniform made her look smaller. Her brown hair had gone fuzzy in the sea wind, bushing out and making her face look even more like a bright-eyed potato. She outweighed Merry by a hundred pounds, and her strong hands could have crushed a throat with ease. There were tales of mad bodyguards who’d turned on their employers. Merry sometimes thought of those stories when she looked at Worth. The woman saw just another child, featureless—her job. At least this one was polite, but then quite often her type used manners to mask contempt, as this one’s parents did. But that was part of the job, putting up with their attitude. At least the pay was good and the living quarters better than most. For that she could put up with listening to this kid whose idea of casual conversation was telling you about some stupid old book she’d read or some boring fact she’d learned. But then most members of the ruling class were a little crazy.

not Santos Trafficante, Carlos Marcello, or Sam Giancana; not H. L. Hunt or Clint Murchison; not James Angleton, Bill Harvey, or David Morales; not Curtis LeMay, Charles Willoughby, or John McCloy; not even J. Edgar Hoover; and certainly not Lee Harvey Oswald—had the motive, the means, the opportunity, the demonstrated pattern of previous criminal, even murderous conduct and the overall demented resolve to see it through. Only one man met all of the criteria required for the murder of John F. Kennedy: Lyndon B. Johnson.

Other than showing up in white tie and tails for the lavish awards ceremonies—the event is so fancy that even the traffic cops outside wear tuxedos, and the sterling silver laid out for the ensuing banquet is never used for any other function—a Nobel laureate’s only unavoidable duty during prize week is to deliver a lecture. Jack Kilby’s Nobel lecture in physics took place in a classically Scandinavian lecture hall, all blond wood and sleek modern furniture, on the campus of Stockholm University. Jack was introduced by a Swedish physicist who noted that “Dr. Kilby’s” invention had launched the global digital revolution, making possible calculators, computers, digital cameras, pacemakers, the Internet, etc., etc. Naturally, Jack wasn’t going to let that go unanswered. “When I hear that kind of thing,” he said, “it reminds me of what the beaver told the rabbit as they stood at the base of Hoover Dam: ‘No, I didn’t build it myself, but it’s based on an idea of mine.’” Everybody liked that joke, so Jack quickly added that he had borrowed the story from Charles H. Townes, an American who won the physics prize in 1964.

Later, Col. H. Norman Schwarzkopf (whose son would become a hero half a century later in the Persian Gulf War) was brought in as interviewer. Schwarzkopf had been superintendent of the New Jersey State Police during the investigation of Bruno Richard Hauptmann for the kidnapping of the Lindbergh baby and had battled Hoover for jurisdiction of the case. Having Schwarzkopf on the show would be a double bonus for Lord: it would continue the authoritative air begun with Valentine, and it would annoy Hoover.