Elvis Costello (Declan Patrick MacManus) Quotes
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Most men have always wanted as much as they could get; and possession has always blunted the fine edge of their altruism.
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Reverence is fatal to literature.
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I never really thought of myself as being an action hero or a leading man or any of that. I'm a character actor.
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More than half of all the hip hop record sales are white people, and I think that might be a result of my record helping people to accept hip hop.
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Poetry is also the physical self of the poet, and it is impossible to separate the poet from his poetry.
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I actually don't have a single regret, professionally or domestically. I planned it that way.
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Nothing is ever a setback. If anything, it just motivates you for what's next.
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Service is the overflow which pours from a life filled with love and devotion. But strictly speaking, there is no call to that. Service is what I bring to the relationship and is the reflection of my identification with the nature of God.
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And what, for instance, would have happened had Romeo and Juliet lived to middle age, their silhouettes broadened by pasta?
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The men who seem to know most of God's power have had great, unspeakable longings, at times, for a fresh consciousness of that power.
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It should be possible to exist with only a short shelf of books, to read and give away. After all - we may not open a book, once read, for ten years or more. But the act of reading has made it part of us - to relinquish it would be to lose an extension of our being.
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God has given me the will and the force to overcome all obstacles.
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In the end, though, maybe it's not how you reach a place that matters. Just that you get there at all.
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Nothing is ours except time.
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Stay externally focused - on your customers - and focus internally when you have to hire.
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The brick of my life is music, but the mortar is faith.
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Better he learns now that if you mess with people, you might get messed with in return.
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I think continually of those who were truly great . Who, from the womb, remembered the soul 's history Through corridors of light where the hours are suns , Endless and singing. Whose lovely ambition Was that their lips, still touched with fire , Should tell of the spirit clothed from head to foot in song .
