Top 40 Archives Quotes

Like any parent, they’ve been extremely supportive of my racing throughout my childhood. I mean, my mom says that she didn’t want me racing, but I think my dad and I both knew she wasn’t going to win that battle. She loves it more than anybody, so it’s neat to have the archives of all my old races.

Everyone keeps asking you for pictures, and after a while you get tired of that. I always say, They are in the archives.

I play a curator, the most American part you can think of. My work is to protect the Declaration of Independence. I work at the National Archives in Washington.

Research promoted by NARA within a major coalition of Federal and private sector research partners has at last demonstrated that an Electronic Records Archives can be built.

Every exchange between reporters and officials is important – that’s why every State press briefing is put into the archives.

Over the last two years, I have been able to comb through The Prince’s archives. I have been free to read his journals, diaries and many thousands of the letters.

I rather think that archives exist to keep things safe – but not secret.

The Disney archives, it’s 84 years of history. The one way in which I feel I’m a kindred spirit with Walt Disney is that neither one of us ever throws anything away. He never threw anything away.

I get slightly obsessive about working in archives because you don’t know what you’re going to find. In fact, you don’t know what you’re looking for until you find it.

I got archives of records. I have records from when I was 17 that I still think are pretty dope.

History is like Santa Claus: a language construction. We have some registers about the existence of Santa and history – the presents under the tree, the archives – but none have really seen them.

On a very personal level, I have fond memories of spending a lot of time in the Library of Congress working on my collection of poems ‘Native Guard.’ I was there over a summer doing research in the archives and then writing in the reading room at the Jefferson building.

It’s going to be interesting to watch presidential elections in around 2040, when voters can dig up candidates’ teenage angst pics and posts from old social media and discussion forum archives.

Bohemia is nothing more than the little country in which you do not live. If you try to obtain citizenship in it, at once the court and retinue pack the royal archives and treasure and move away beyond the hills.

The concept of preserving history, collating full archives, making them as usable as possible so the public have access to them, I really feel that it allows the public an ability to engage with their own history.

All the stories in ‘The UnAmericans’ required interviews, travel, hours and hours in the archives. All of that stuff is so important in the beginning, but I reach a point where I have to shuck it away.

First, we would reposition UPI by bringing it into the 21st century with new technology. And second would be to better utilize its assets, like the library and archives, which have terrific value.

Usually, historical revelations come from days of legwork, ploughing through piles of letters and papers in archives or even private homes, looking for the telling phrase or letter that someone else has missed.

The Calandra Institute, the Metropolitan Opera Archives, the library at Lincoln Center, and the Fashion Institute of Technology were helpful and key to piecing together what life must have been like at the turn of the last century.

I have a company that is not Microsoft, called Corbis. Corbis is the operation that merged with Bettman Archives. It has nothing to do with Microsoft. It was intentionally done outside of Microsoft because Microsoft isn’t interested.

While I’ve won five Junos, I’ve donated four of them to the National Archives in Ottawa. Which left my fifth Juno sitting, seemingly abandoned by its four family members, on my bookcase in my dining room.

I applied for funding to embark on an overseas field trip in Iceland, and spent six weeks there happily holed up in the national archives, museums and libraries, sifting through ministerial and parish records, censuses, maps, microfilm, logs, and local histories.

As historians, we spend days in archives, gazing at account books. We train would-be historians in the arts of deciphering letters and documents, early Latin, scribal handwriting, medieval French.

I love being in the archives, traveling, sitting in dusty places and looking at books with brittle pages. I love reading biographies and researching, to make myself informed about whatever political or historical time I’m writing about. From there, a lot of the emotional truths about my characters emerge.

With our blogs and tweets, digital cameras, and unlimited-gigabyte e-mail archives, participation in the online culture now means creating a trail of always present, ever searchable, unforgetting external memories that only grows as one ages.

I never really felt free to talk a lot about my family life because I don’t want to sacrifice anybody else’s privacy. If you look through the archives, you will see, for example, no pictures of my children. That is not because I don’t love them. I think I’ve been a really good dad; at least, I try to be.

As a designer looking to the future, you don’t want to get lost in the archives.

The Woodruff Library Archives has done a phenomenal job archiving my son’s materials.

When you are playing somebody who did exist, and there is good source material on them, whether it is a biography or archives or experts, you would be stupid not to delve into them. But there is a point in the process where you leave the books alone, and instead, you focus on the script and creating your version.

I just love the days when you come out of the archives with half a dozen excellent descriptions or poignant accounts of personal experiences.

If you are working 50 hours a week in a factory, you don’t have time to read 10 newspapers a day and go back to declassified government archives. But such people may have far-reaching insights into the way the world works.

I remembered that my grandfather had spent his teenage years in Shanghai and that he went back after he finished medical school to work there in a hospital. So I went back into my family archives and was able to find out his exact address; it was a street that was in the French Concession.

I consider myself a writer who happens to write about history, rather than a historian. I was an English major in college. What I’ve learned about history is in the field, so to speak. Going into the archives and working with it directly.

Archives can be inspiring but overwhelming. You have to forget them – especially when the whole world has been knocking them off. Everyone shops the same flea markets.

I’ve been combing through the Wolverine archives and advertisements from the sixties and seventies. I’m looking to take inspiration from designs of the past and bring them into the future.

I missed my entrance in a production of ‘Blade to the Heat’ at Thick Description in San Francisco. I came into the scene very late and hugged the punching bag. I had no idea what to do! Unfortunately, that mishap was recorded for archives at UC Berkeley. It goes down in history.

The dead cannot speak. But hitherto unknown information has emerged from the confidential archives of the Syrian presidency and foreign ministry, published in a new book by Bouthaina Shaaban, who spent ten years as Hafez’s interpreter and is still an adviser to his son Bashar.

The Carnegie Foundation is well aware of the fact that their reports frequently find their way to dusty archives in academic institutions, but occasionally people pick up a segment of a report and act upon it.

I read round the subject, I make a skeleton outline, and then I start work in the relevant archives. During the marshaling of the material, I copy the material from each archive file across to the relevant chapter in the skeleton outline.

When I joined Gucci in 2002, I immediately wanted to make a research trip into the archives because I’d heard about how incredible they were, but I never had the opportunity to visit them.