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
Love never reasons, but profusely gives; it gives like a thoughtless prodigal its all, and then trembles least it has done to little.
Hannah More
Military preparedness is absolutely a form of strength.
Rachel Maddow
Touring is tough. You're almost in a haze because you don't really know where you are half the time: You're in a hotel room one moment, and the next thing you know, you're onstage performing for 60,000 people, then you're back on an airplane. It's very hectic and I couldn't do it without my family.
Vanessa Hudgens
I don't care what you have done before or what you are capable of: if you come up against a guy like me, you are in trouble.
Deontay Wilder
I love the Prado in Madrid. The Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum in Boston is also great.
Marcel Dzama
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
