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New Year's Eve. It's a promise of a night. Single, married or widowed, in love, loveless or lovelorn, we all leave our apartments and pick through snow in high heels, or descend subway stairs in tuxedos, lured to wherever we're going – whether we know it or not, would deny it or not – by the kiss of a stranger.
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It's no easy task to either make money online as a publisher or to advertise your product in a world where attention is so fleeting and divided.
Walt Mossberg
When I first wrote 'Papa Hemingway,' there were too many people still alive, and the lawyers for Random House didn't want to OK it. But now all that's been filtered away by the passage of all these people. And having the fortune of surviving, I now feel that I am the custodian of what Ernest wanted the world to know about him and these women.
A. E. Hotchner
I will be up at 8 A.M. making spaghetti bolognese for Peter and Sophia's evening meal if I'm working that day. I may not get back for the evening, and I worry if I don't do that, then they won't eat anything.
Abbey Clancy
Artists look at the environment, and the best artists correctly diagnose the problem. I'm not saying artists can't be leaders, but that's not the job of art, to lead. Bob Marley, Nina Simone, Harry Belafonte - there are artists all through history who have become leaders, but that was already in them, nothing to do with their art.
Talib Kweli
Black Star
I don't worry about the things I can't change.
Ferran Adria
I still want what I've always wanted ... to be the best person I can be.
Oprah Winfrey
Crime and bad lives are the measure of a State's failure, all crime in the end is the crime of the community.
H. G. Wells
You asked me a question; this is the answer. This is who you are.
Alexandra Reid
Rania
Mugabe hasn't done anything wrong. It is the imperialists, the capitalist-roaders, who say he is a villain.
Michael Sata
Jews have God's promise and if we Christians have it, too, then it is only as those chosen with them, as guests in their house, that we are new wood grafted onto their tree.
Karl Barth
New Year's Eve. It's a promise of a night. Single, married or widowed, in love, loveless or lovelorn, we all leave our apartments and pick through snow in high heels, or descend subway stairs in tuxedos, lured to wherever we're going – whether we know it or not, would deny it or not – by the kiss of a stranger.
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