Top 30 Quotes & Sayings by Lisa Brennan-Jobs

Explore popular quotes and sayings by an American writer Lisa Brennan-Jobs.
Last updated on September 18, 2024.
Lisa Brennan-Jobs

Lisa Nicole Brennan-Jobs is an American writer. She is the daughter of Apple co-founder Steve Jobs and Chrisann Brennan. Jobs initially denied paternity for several years, which led to a legal case and various media reports in the early days of Apple. Lisa and Steve Jobs eventually reconciled, and he accepted his paternity. Brennan-Jobs later worked as a journalist and magazine writer. An early Apple business computer, the Apple Lisa, is named after Brennan-Jobs, and she has been depicted in a number of biographies and films, including the biopics Pirates of Silicon Valley (1999), Jobs (2013), and Steve Jobs (2015). A fictionalized version of her is a major character in her aunt Mona Simpson's novel A Regular Guy.

Sometimes, if I felt badly about myself, I could slyly pull out that I have this famous father.
When I was in elementary school, I watched 'Cinema Paradiso' 22 times and memorized the dialogue. In the movie, everyone had a place, even the bum who thought he owned the piazza. Eccentricities were celebrated, and no one was isolated.
Money can be detrimental for kids. — © Lisa Brennan-Jobs
Money can be detrimental for kids.
In literature there was always an epiphany - a tingling moment, sometimes buried - the pearl around which the whole work formed.
I didn't have the clothes that a kid with a famous, rich dad would have. I didn't have the house. I didn't have the mannerisms. I didn't have the sense of entitlement. And I don't mean that in a bad way: I just - we didn't have the stuff.
It's not a fun thing to be the person set up in opposition to the work everyone loves.
We all have complexity in our lives.
My mother is an artist, my father an entrepreneur.
In the spring of 1978, when my parents were 23, my mother gave birth to me on their friend Robert's farm in Oregon with the help of two midwives. The labor and delivery took three hours, start to finish.
To talk of food is to talk of mothers, at least for me.
I think you save things from your past that you don't quite understand, and you put them in a box, and you save them for later until you can unwrap them and try to understand what they meant.
When I was growing up in California, being vegetarians differentiated my mother and me from normal, held us away from the masses.
Until I was two, my mother supplemented her welfare payments by cleaning houses and waitressing. My father didn't help.
I don't like catching myself in the mirror because it's like, 'Oh, self.'
In California, my mother had raised me mostly alone. We didn't have many things, but she is warm, and we were happy. We moved a lot. We rented.
The social scene at the Harvard I knew was outside the rules of literature. It was less poignant.
Italy was where the soul went to find calm and love, and I wanted to hold the best of it in the palm of my hand.
I tried to find a social niche at Harvard - a group, my group - but I was unsuccessful.
I see my husband and the way he is with his daughters, responsive and alive and sensitive in ways my father would have liked to be. My father would have loved to be a man like that, and he surrounded himself with men like that, but he couldn't be.
Sometimes it's nice of someone to tell you what you smell like.
I know that organic farms can be industrial and just as large and impersonal as conventional farms. Sometimes the free-range chickens aren't even allowed outside, and so they cluck-walk packed tight in a dim lit barn. But organic farms use fewer chemicals.
By the time I was seven, my mother and I had moved 13 times.
At Harvard, I majored in English Literature. — © Lisa Brennan-Jobs
At Harvard, I majored in English Literature.
I know that it can be really difficult to read about your own life... in someone else's words.
My father was rich and renowned, and later - as I got to know him, went on vacations with him, and then lived with him for a few years - I saw another, more glamorous world.
Prosciutto should be thin and let light through like stained glass. Even I know that.
Looking at font serifs is fun.
Three months before he died, I began to steal things from my father's house. I wandered around barefoot and slipped objects into my pockets. I took blush, toothpaste, two chipped finger bowls in celadon blue, a bottle of nail polish, a pair of worn patent-leather ballet slippers, and four faded white pillowcases the color of old teeth.
I believe people have the right to tell their own story as honestly and accurately as they can.
You can have a value system and be unable to totally live it.
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