Mary MacLane Quotes
The book, you understand, was not written for publication. It was the portrayal of my emotions, the analysis of my own soul life during three months of my nineteenth year. I wrote then all the time, just as I do now, but, though the book is in diary form, it is not a diary.
Mary MacLane
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I was bulimic and anorexic for a while, just hating my body. As an actress, I was never thin enough, never pretty enough. My boobs weren't big enough.
Felicity Huffman
I've been designing since I was 8. I started sketching dresses I could wear when skating. I was always involved in all aspects of skating, not just the technique, the choreography, the music, but the visual aspects, too - what I should wear.
Vera Wang
I see many black males grasping for some thread of hope. There are so many destructive practices, glimpses into a psychic abyss. That must be very frightening.
Yusef Komunyakaa
It would have been fun to have played Tim Robbins' role in Bull Durham.
Garth Brooks
Watching game film motivates me a lot. It shows me what I need to work on and determines the specific workouts I do.
Zach LaVine
A dinosaur out of context is like a character without a story. Worse than that, the character suffers from amnesia.
Jack Horner
A sarcastic person has a superiority complex that can be cured only by the honesty of humility.
Lawrence G. Lovasik
Because Chicago was to radio what Hollywood was to films and Broadway was to the theatre: it was the hub of radio.
Mel Torme
Well, I decided to stop. And I did. I stopped smoking, and I stopped speed at the same time.
Larry Hagman
Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists... When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.
Edmond de Goncourt
You must become an activist if you are going to live the natural life.
Clarissa Pinkola Estes
The book, you understand, was not written for publication. It was the portrayal of my emotions, the analysis of my own soul life during three months of my nineteenth year. I wrote then all the time, just as I do now, but, though the book is in diary form, it is not a diary.
Mary MacLane
