Eugen Berthold Friedrich Brecht (Bertolt Brecht) Quotes
Oh the harsh snarl of guitar strings roaring!Heavenly distensions of our throats!Trousers stiff with dirt and love! Such whoring!Long green slimy nights: we were like stoats.
Eugen Berthold Friedrich Brecht
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Your body has space within you that cannot die.
Wayne Dyer
It wasn't not being famous any more, or even not being a recording artist. It was having nobody who needed me, no phones ringing, nothing to do. Because I'm still too young to do nothing. I was only 24 when all that happened. Now, at 40, I feel I've got more to give than I ever have.
Gary Barlow
Take That
If you are nice, and keep your promise, we will be in paradise.
Camille Claudel
You change the world by being yourself.
Yoko Ono
As anyone knows who has ever had to set up a military encampment or build a village from the ground up, occupations pose staggering logistical problems.
Barbara Ehrenreich
According to the new ethics, virtue is not restrictive but expansive, a sentiment and even an intoxication.
Irving Babbitt
Everybody is different. Everybody has different styles. Just do it the best way you know how.
Vince Carter
Infidelity is such a pretty word, so light and delicate. Whereas the act itself is dark and thick with guilt, betrayal, confusion, pain, and (okay) sometimes enormous pleasure.
Cynthia Heimel
I worked as a carpenter for a few years. I began writing. I wrote a book about my time in Africa - that came out in 1988 - called 'The Village of Waiting.'
George Packer
The negative attitudes toward the genres - romance, science-fiction, westerns, suspense, etc. - are fallout from the academic world's long-standing fascination with existential philosophy and modern theories of psychology and sociology.
Jayne Ann Krentz
I have a save file in 'Final Fantasy XII' that is 125 hours long. I have gotten into legitimate arguments over the rules governing the tapping of mana in 'Magic: The Gathering.' I don't like hugs or parties, high school sucked for me, and Nathan Fillion deemed something I wrote his 'Favorite 'Firefly' fanboy rant to date.'
Kyle Hill
Oh the harsh snarl of guitar strings roaring!Heavenly distensions of our throats!Trousers stiff with dirt and love! Such whoring!Long green slimy nights: we were like stoats.
Eugen Berthold Friedrich Brecht