Francis Chan Quotes
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I think every artist wants to have that 'Grammy award winner' tag in front of their name.
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Yes, yes I am ill. I go in for the kill. Hoes is my sons, birth control, I am on the pill
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He's so good, you wonder what's wrong with him.
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Every Tom, Dick and Harry in our movement has received his cash.
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We discover and invent new ways of finding out the same old things.
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You can't run a business based on sympathies; otherwise our business would be hampered.
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It's not hard to get the ideas when they come. They just come... it's painful waiting for them.
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It's impossible to write about Native life without humor-that's how people maintain sanity.
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Today the environmental movement has become opposed to issues of justice. You can see this in the way issues are framed. It's a permanent replay of jobs-versus-the-environment, in nature-versus-bread. These are extremely artificial dichotomies.
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If the devil cannot make us bad, he will make us busy.
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The Australian has a characteristic which is primarily optimistic, I would think.
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Some write a narrative of wars and feats, Of heroes little known, and call the rant A history.
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To me, it's always a luxury to be able to work with the best of the best because they make it easier for you to do what you do.
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Green in nature is one thing, green in literature another. Nature and letters seem to have a natural antipathy; bring them together and they tear each other to pieces.
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In her inestimable audacity, Julia was the catalyst in my life for something beautiful. I hadn't anticipated her-hadn't even wanted her, truthfully-but there she was. A little something extra that made all the difference in the world.
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Life was like a batch of biscuits without the baking powder: flat, flat, flat.
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For four wicked centuries the world has dreamed this foolish dream of efficiency; and the end is not yet. But the end will come.
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Even the song of birds, which we can bring under no musical rule, seems to have more freedom, and therefore more for taste, than a song of a human being which is produced in accordance with all the rules of music; for we very much sooner weary of the latter, if it is repeated often and at length. Here, however, we probably confuse our participation in the mirth of a little creature that we love, with the beauty of its song; for if this were exactly imitated by man (as sometimes the notes of the nightingale are) it would seem to our ear quite devoid of taste.
