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Jobs was very possessive about control of the whiteboard during a meeting, so the burly Smith pushed past him and started writing on it. ‘You can’t do that!’ Jobs shouted.
‘What?’ responded Smith, ‘I can’t write on your whiteboard? Bullshit.’ At that point Jobs stormed out.
"That ethereal twilight light, you know. It’s the sound of the street with the sunrays, the sun shining down at a particular time, on a particular type of building. A particular type of people walking on a particular type of street. It’s an outdoor sound that drifts even into open windows that you can hear. The sound of bells and distant railroad trains and arguments in apartment buildings and the clinking of silverware and knives and forks and beating with leather straps. It’s all—it’s all there. Just lack of a jackhammer, you know."
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