Walter O'Brien Quotes
I didn't fit in at school, and I didn't fit in at home, and I didn't know why. I was often lonely.
Walter O'Brien
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Immortality is really desirable, I guess. In terms of images, anyway.
Damien Hirst
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I get up, go and get a coffee, and go do the crossword - I'm loyal to one particular paper, the 'Guardian' - and that's my idea of a perfect morning.
Laura Marling
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I don't care if I never see Texas again.
Rafer Johnson
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In a play, the director is God, and I'm a great arguer. Rather boringly so, I think, about trying different things.
Felicity Kendal
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It is by a wise economy of nature that those who suffer without change, and whom no one can help, become uninteresting. Yet so it may happen that those who need sympathy the most often attract it the least.
F. H. Bradley
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What I hope to do in the States is to break up this stereotyping of Muslims and Arabs. I mean, we are basically the only sub-culture that is not represented in Hollywood. And it's funny because everybody is talking about the Muslim world and the Arab world, and we are not represented.
Bassem Youssef
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I'm quite fluent in Telugu now, but there's a difference between talking and dubbing. While dubbing, the diction must be in sync with the emotion in the scene and would impact my performance.
Rakul Preet Singh
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Work as though you would live forever, and live as though you would die today. Go another mile!
Og Mandino
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In Windsor in the forties, and even up into the fifties and sixties, if you were black, you had to sit in the balcony of the theatres, and you couldn't buy property in most places.
Wayne Grady
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I found that the corridors of power in Delhi were littered with lobbies of various kinds.
Narendra Modi
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Right now I'm so old that if I had a big gush of money, I don't know what I'd do with it. I don't travel anymore. I don't need anything, don't want anything. I'd give it to my son, I guess, and let him enjoy it.
Jack Vance
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Death will never be pretty - its sights and smells too close and crude. And it will never come under our control: it gallops where we tiptoe, rips up our routines, burns our very breath with its heat and sting.
Nancy Gibbs
