Paul Weller Quotes
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I don't miss acting at all.
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I don't mind being interviewed on television or radio.
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I've never been good at meditation, but surfing is the closest I've ever come to that inner something.
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I think it's fine for girls to ask boys out. I actually prefer it.
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When we were in Sweden, there was a fan that hid in a bin. I think one of the security guards saw and tried to take her out, and she went a bit crazy and started tackling them.
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At NSD, I had an amazing experience learning everything from stagecraft to western drama and Shakespeare, Maxim Gorky, Anton Chekov.
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I love retweeting things and seeing how many fans are on other people's pages.
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Some lucky people can be funny without half trying because they actually look funny, because acting funny is in their bones - fun as funny, not funny as crude slapstick.
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I hope that, somewhere, Mom and Dad are proud that little Walter is performing with the Mormon Tabernacle Choir.
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They become the keepers of the mystery. They place themselves between the communicants of the religion, and the immediate experience. And then they dictate the terms on which you can have contact with this wonderful mystery. We don't dictate those terms.
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Every fool knoweth that hatreds are the cinders of affection.
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If you're an actor, a real actor, you've got to be on the stage. But you mustn't go on the stage unless it's absolutely the only thing you can do.
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I started to write The Name of the Rose in March of 1978, moved by a seminal idea. I wanted to poison a monk.
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Don't waste your crazy!
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Sometimes I'm scared of being Ozzy Osbourne. But it could have been worse. I could have been Sting.
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I've got miracle lyrical capability all in me / With the agility to escape a killer bee colony.
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Its berries are red as a maiden's lip,Its leaves are of changeless green ;And any thing changeless now, I wis,Is somewhat rare to be seen.The holly, which fall and frost has borne,The holly's the wreath for a Christmas morn.
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I am a living soap opera.
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She came into a room; she stood, as he had often seen her, in a doorway with lots of people round her. But it was Clarissa one remembered. Not that she was striking; not beautiful at all; there was nothing picturesque about her; she never said anything specially clever; there she was however; there she was.
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What you think means more than anything else in your life. More than what you earn, more than where you live, more than your social position, and more than what anyone else may think about you.
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I don't really wanna talk about politics, I'm not clever enough.
