Betty Comden Quotes
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I started coming up to New York at age 17. There was a girl I met over the summer somewhere; I was chasing her. I would drive up to D.C., where I had made some friends, which was about four hours away, and we would take the bus up to New York.
Garth Risk Hallberg
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I've always wondered why there isn't a great French novel about the German occupation. The nouveau roman authors weren't interested in telling that sort of thing.
Manuel Puig
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Singing and being truthful to a song... I've developed that skill, and I know how to do that real instinctively, that's all I've been doing for the last 25 years.
Taylor Dane
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People choose to read, and it takes effort. It's not one of those hobbies that asks nothing of the person who is doing it. It's more than a hobby.
Gabrielle Zevin
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The thing is: in order to reach an agreement, to reach that balance, sometimes it is sort of like that old Rhinestone Cowboy lyric, 'There'll be a load of compromisin' on the road to my horizon.' For those of you who were too young, or don't recall the song, made famous by country singer Glen Campbell, it is your loss.
Bart Chilton
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Whatever the reason is, I hope we can finish talking about the Olympics. It's gone, it's behind us. The schedule wasn't proper for players who went there and there is some fatigue in a lot guys' play right now.
Saku Koivu
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Women in general are not interested in questions of principle as such, but at most only in so far as they affect particular personalities. They require the dramatic element to evoke their interest. With many men, on the contrary, though this element of course enhances interest, it is not the indispensable condition of interest.
Ernest Belfort Bax
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But in all the annals of human vice, no power is as destructive or demonic as perverted sincerity
G. B. Caird
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You could not see a cloud, because No cloud was in the sky: No birds were flying overhead - There were no birds to fly.
Lewis Carroll
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Perish that thought! No, never be it saidThat Fate itself could awe the soul of Richard.Hence, babbling dreams! you threaten here in vain!Conscience, avaunt! Richard ’s himself again!Hark! the shrill trumpet sounds to horse! away!My soul ’s in arms, and eager for the fray.
Colley Cibber
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Broadway's not what it used to be.
Betty Comden