Max Frisch Quotes
Carrying on with the conversation like a woman when the bill comes...
Max Frisch
Quotes to Explore
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I've started working on a new album, I'm writing a new book... there are a lot of good things on the horizon.
Ace Frehley
Kiss
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I depend on good editors and a good director.
Indira Varma
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What we do really affects the world. Most of us think we can't do anything, but it really isn't true.
Yoko Ono
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I compose music for films, and by the grace of God, I've got a few awards. That's it.
A. R. Rahman
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Circle are praised, not that abound, In largeness, but the exactly round.
Edmund Waller
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In 2010, I sold my car, a Toyota Majester, for just a lakh-and-a-half to be able to feed my horses. It continues to be like a hole, where I put all my money.
Randeep Hooda
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I was very pleased, obviously, to have outsold such great writers. But I'm not insane - I do realize that I am a popular writer who people buy to take on vacation.
Maeve Binchy
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Every day, I wake up and say, 'Good Morning, Jesus.'
Vanity
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I am not trying to make an image; I am an actor trying to sell movies.
Ranbir Kapoor
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I was watching 'Pulp Fiction' when we were making 'Now and Then'. I didn't care about 'Now and Then,' you know?
Gaby Hoffmann
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We have the most beautiful planet - the Rockies, the purple fields of the United States, the Lake District, the Pyrenees, the turquoise seas of the tropics.
Dan Aykroyd
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With 'The Sixth Sense,' my dad and I discussed how this was not so much a horror story as a story about communication. I understudied with my dad, in a sense. It made a huge difference.
Haley Joel Osment
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I wrote an ITV drama in the 1960s, a satire on management theory that starred Leonard Rossiter. I'm also a poet and have had work in the 'Spectator.'
Maurice Flanagan
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I write songs and I sing them from the deepest part of my existence and I hope they connect with the deepest part of yours.
Ben Harper
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Marxism is not scientific: at the best, it has scientific prejudices.
Albert Camus
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Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can be clasp'd no more - Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door. He is not here; but far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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A language which we do not know is a fortress sealed.
Marcel Proust
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Carrying on with the conversation like a woman when the bill comes...
Max Frisch
