“The boy's got problems, the boy's got stress, the boy's got a .38 hidden in his desk.” ProblemEducationBoysStressDesks Author:Alice Cooper
“I like things to be orderly. For seven years I ate at Bob's Big Boy. I would go at 2:30, after the lunch rush. I ate a chocolate shake and four, five, six, seven cups of coffee-with lots of sugar. And there's lots of sugar in that chocolate shake. It's a thick shake. In a silver goblet. I would get a rush from all this sugar, and I would get so many ideas! I would write them on these napkins. It was like I had a desk with paper. All I had to do was remember to bring my pen, but a waitress would give me one if I remembered to return it at the end of my stay. I got a lot of ideas at Bob's.” IfsGivingWritingYearsIdeasEndsBigsRememberBoysFiveFourReturnPaperSixGive MeSevenCoffeeCupsRememberedShakesSilverChocolatePensLunchSugarThickBobDesksSeven YearsOrderlyCoffee CupWaitressNapkins Author:David
“Talking things over has its place in an organization [but] so-called conferences are being grossly overdone. One executive stops at the desk of another to tell him, perhaps, about the wonderful score he made at golf on Saturday afternoon. This chin-chin immediately becomes a conference, and neither the office boy nor the telephone operator must disturb either gentleman. More idle gossip is indulged in at many business conferences these days than an old wives' sewing circle would be guilty of.” MadeWould BeTalkingBoysWifeWonderfulOfficeOrganizationGolfCirclesGuiltyThese DaysGentlemanScoreExecutivesGossipAfternoonDesksIdleSaturdayTelephonesConferencesChinsSewingOperatorsSaturday AfternoonIdle Gossip Author:B. C. Forbes
“I was like one of the boys in school who flap their legs frantically under the desk. I always had this weird feeling between my legs and I had no idea what it was. I didn't know girls masturbated. I never touched myself or anything.” KnowsIdeasFeelingsSchoolGirlBoysLegsNo IdeaTouchedDesksWeird Feeling Author:Patti Smith
“I raise my hand; I take a book from the other side of this desk; I hear the boys playing ball outside my window; I see the clouds blown away beyond the neighboring woods:-in all these I am practicing Zen, I am living Zen. No worldly discussion is necessary, or any explanation.” BookHandsSidesBoysWindowBallsRaisesCloudsWoodsDiscussionExplanationDesksWorldlyBlown Away Author:D.T. Suzuki