Perhaps it is this specter that most haunts working men and women: the planned obsolescence of people that is of a piece with the planned obsolescence of the things they make. Or sell.
We live in a disposable, 'cast-off and throw-away' society that has largely lost any real sense of permanence. Ours is a world of expiration dates, limited shelf life, and planned obsolescence. Nothing is absolute.
Looks like what drives me crazy Don't have no effect on you-- But I'm gonna keep on at it Till it drives you crazy, too.
It's amazing to me how people throw stuff on the ground right next to a trash can. That drives me crazy.
San Antonio drives me crazy, but Chicago drives me crazy in a different way.
I've always been very attentive to detail. It's a characteristic that drives some people crazy. But on the other hand, when people around me are sloppy, that drives me crazy.
Our whole economy is based on planned obsolescence...we make good products, we induce people to buy them, and then the next year we deliberately introduce something that will make these products old-fashioned, out of date, obsolete.
Planned obsolescence is another word for progress.
Our whole economy is based on planned obsolescence.
But planned obsolescence is possible only if the rate of technological change is contained.
Planned obsolescence is not really a new concept. God used it with people.
I find it really difficult when you make a movie where it is set in Russia and everyone speaks in English. It drives me crazy.
Transport drives me crazy. I find myself on this constant conveyor belt and the planes, buses, traffic jams, ugh.
I can find every jacket under the sun that I like. But I cannot find trousers cut the way I want them. They're all really tight at the bottom. Nobody does a boot cut on a trouser leg. It drives me crazy.
I think the major device for me is that narrator's voice. I'm always trying to find a different kind of form to tell whatever story it is, and I wish that weren't so, because it drives me crazy.
Music drives me insane, the incessant presence of music in my life. It informs how I see the world; it drives me crazy