Electricity can be dangerous. My nephew tried to stick a penny into a plug. Whoever said a penny doesn't go far didn't see him shoot across that floor. I told him he was grounded.
A good way I know to find happiness, is to not bore a hole to fit the plug.
I don't have any plugs or tucks but people do what they want. I look at it as mutilation.
Universal love is the standard-sized socket that everyone can plug into. No adapting mechanism required.
I go crazy trying to energize people, 'cause that's what I am. I'm a battery. If you're down, you can plug into me and get charged up.
I got a new song called "The Plug" and the hook says "I'm the plug/I'm connected to everything you love.
Telling me I can do anything I want is like pulling the plug out of the bath and then telling the water it can go anywhere it wants. Try it, and see what happens.
If you heard me sing, you would just plug your ears and run, screaming, the other way. I promise.
The universe gives to those who ask without favor. The electric plug which connects you is desire.
Apple should pull the plug on the iPhone... What Apple risks here is its reputation as a hot company that can do no wrong. If it's smart it will call the iPhone a 'reference design' and pass it to some suckers to build with someone else's marketing budget. Then it can wash its hands of any marketplace failures... Otherwise I'd advise people to cover their eyes. You are not going to like what you'll see.
You've heard of plug-and-play. This is plug, unplug and play. It's so simple to use, it's unbelievable.
One of the joys of reading is the ability to plug into the shared wisdom of mankind.
The best motto for a long march is 'Don't grumble. Plug on.
My art feels like it's real disobedient. I can fill notebooks with observations and maybe they find their way into the work unconsciously, which is great. I've never been able to directly plug, like to take a little snip that I've picked up on the street and transfer it into a story. I don't know what's wrong, but it never works that way.
Creativity or talent, like electricity, is something I don’t understand but something I’m able to harness and use. While electricity remains a mystery, I know I can plug into it and light up a cathedral or a synagogue or an operating room and use it to help save a life. Or I can use it to electrocute someone. Like electricity, creativity makes no judgment. I can use it productively or destructively. The important thing is to use it. You can’t use up creativity. The more you use it, the more you have.
Every single night our soul is taken, and every single night the Angel asks before bringing it back, "Ya Allah what about this one?" "Do You want to send it back?" Do You want to pull the plug or should we keep the Ruh (soul)?" And every night Allah gives permission to the Angel to let us live one more time."
There has always been a strong relationship between music and religion. It is because they both plug directly into the heart and can have real power for good or evil.
I guess I make things that need energy stronger. I'm like a walking battery.
I'm convinced that the Christian claim is really true, that this is just a warm up to the big event. That this is just the appetizer to the feast, and if we can plug into that and understand that this part of our story is just the introduction, it is not even the first line of the first paragraph, it's just the first letter or first word. We are just getting started.
If I plug my estimates into the Magic Formula, and it comes out cheap, that's good.
You will not be able to stay home, brother./You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out./You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip,/Skip out for beer during commercials,/Because the revolution will not be televised.
All the evidence of history suggests that man is indeed a rational animal, but with a near infinite capacity for folly. . . . He draws blueprints for Utopia, but never quite gets it built. In the end he plugs away obstinately with the only building material really ever at hand--his own part comic, part tragic, part cussed, but part glorious nature.
Science, freedom, beauty, adventure: what more could you ask of life? Aviation combined all the elements I loved. There was science in each curve of an airfoil, in each angle between strut and wire, in the gap of a spark plug or the color of the exhaust flame. There was freedom in the unlimited horizon, on the open fields where one landed. A pilot was surrounded by beauty of earth and sky. He brushed treetops with the birds, leapt valleys and rivers, explored the cloud canyons he had gazed at as a child. Adventure lay in each puff of wind.
If the old dog hadn't got distracted by the fire plug, he would have caught the rabbit.
But how does it feel to plug into a system that's say, a million times as smart as a person.
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