quote by Philippe Starck

I am just a copier, an impostor. I wait, I read magazines. After a while my brain sends me a product.

— Philippe Starck

Impressive Copier quotations

Copiers do not collaborate.

Once the Xerox copier was invented, diplomacy died.

A mere copier of nature can never produce anything great.

Photographers, you will never become artists. All you are is mere copiers.

How little inventiveness there is in man, Grave copier of copies.

When we perfect 3-D copiers and they reproduce tissue, we'll have a million Marilyns walking around with no souls.

Once the Xerox copier was invented, private diplomacy died.

There's no such thing as secrecy. It's just a question of whether it's leaked or revealed openly.

Several years ago we had an intern who was none too swift.

One day he was typing and turned to a secretary and said, "I'm almost out of typing paper. What do I do?" "Just use copier machine paper," she told him. With that, the intern took his last remaining blank piece of paper, put it on the photocopier and proceeded to make five blank copies.

The power of a text is different when it is read from when it is copied out.

Only the copied text thus commands the soul of him who is occupied with it, whereas the mere reader never discovers the new aspects of his inner self that are opened by the text, that road cut through the interior jungle forever closing behind it: because the reader follows the movement of his mind in the free flight of day-dreaming, whereas the copier submits it to command.

We are stereotyped creatures, imitators and copiers of our past selves.

When a copier sales person cold calls a purchasing manager whom he has never met is it any surprise that the purchasing manager will most likely never return that call?

Nature in no case cometh short of art, for the arts are copiers of natural forms.

A mere copier of nature can never produce any thing great, can never raise and enlarge the conceptions, or warm the heart of the spectator.

The authour who imitates his predecessors only by furnishing himself with thoughts and elegances out of the same general magazine of literature, can with little more propriety be reproached as a plagiary, than the architect can be censured as a mean copier of Angelo or Wren, because he digs his marble out of the same quarry, squares his stones by the same art, and unites them in columns of the same orders.