John Dryden Quotes
Arms, and the man I sing, who, forced by Fate,And haughty Juno's unrelenting hate,Expell'd and exil'd, left the Trojan shore;Long labours both by sea and land he bore.
John Dryden
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You know, on the road, I never miss a meal. I eat five, six, seven times a day, depending on when I wake up and when I got to sleep. I never miss a training day. I always get my four days out of my seven.
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Duran Duran
It's so hard for me to kind of fall in love with comedy, but if something comes my way... I mean, I loved 'Weird,' I thought that was a really fun character.
Aaron Paul
There are no benefactors in Canada because there is no incentive.
Lara St. John
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Zadie Smith
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Rachel Bloom
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Ian Rankin
If you don't like public service, don't run for office.
Elizabeth Esty
At some point, don't voters start to see all of public life as one big polluted river? And if they do, don't they stop saying things like 'That's a busted tire floating by' and 'That's an old shoe'?
Peggy Noonan
You’re kind of a psycho. I get that.” “I might be,” Monica agreed, and gave her a slow, strange smile. “You’re one smart little freak. Now run away, smart little freak, before I change my mind and stick you in one of these old suitcases for some architect to find a hundred years from now.” Claire blinked. “Archaeologist.” Monica’s eyes turned winter cold. “Oh, you’d better start running away now.
Rachel Caine
Arms, and the man I sing, who, forced by Fate,And haughty Juno's unrelenting hate,Expell'd and exil'd, left the Trojan shore;Long labours both by sea and land he bore.
John Dryden