George Bernard Shaw Quotes
Quotes to Explore
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Even these stars, which seem so numerous, are as sand, as dust - or less than dust - in the enormity of the space in which there is nothing.
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In my case, I write in the past because I'm not really part of the present. I have nothing valid to say about anything current, though I have something to say about what existed then.
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If you love something - and there are things that I love - you do want more and more and more of it, but that's not the way to produce good work. So as an author, I need to write what I need to write.
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Every story I create, creates me. I write to create myself.
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Before I liked to write, I liked to type. I remember visiting my grandmother Adele in Ponce Inlet, Florida, when I was three years old, and she had an IBM electric typewriter.
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I write romance because I love to read romance.
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I just write mechanical things.
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I'll say that I don't think you can throw a stone and not come in contact with someone who knows someone or has problems with substance abuse.
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'The One-Eyed Man' is a novel that was one I never intended to write.
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Yes, it's hard to write. But it's harder not to.
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I write in the studio.
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Looking back, I see that I write books about brothers and sisters, about what makes up a family, what works and what is nurturing.
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I have a nice little movie career, and I write plays and do my act.
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The last resort of kings, the cannonball. The last resort of the people, the paving stone.
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I have been to Kashmir many times, especially with my family, in the '70s.
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Nothing is written in stone, as a career is an unpredictable journey.
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I write my songs many times to chord progressions on a piano. Unfortunately, I can't keep playing the piano, so I just record it into the software.
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I'm a huge David Lindsay-Abaire fan. If I could write, I would want to write like him.
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The Knicks left me open a lot of times the last time we played them, and I was just making sure I took the shots that were there.
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...luxury is fleeting, but enjoy in it while lasts.
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Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy.
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Write your Sad times in Sand, Write your Good times in Stone.
