C. S. Lewis Quotes
Then he tried to recall the lessons of Mr. Wisdom. 'it is I myself, eternal Spirit, who drives this Me, the slave, along that ledge. I ought not to care whether he falls and breaks his neck or not. It is not he that is real, it is I – I – I.
C. S. Lewis
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Ranbir Kapoor
I kept trying to write these books that were sort of outside of my realm, and I kept failing.
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A writer without a reader doesn't exist.
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I am surrounded by death, inside and out, and all it does is remind me of how futile everything is, everything ever was.
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Keanu Reeves
I've never been a partier.
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I write better in Cape Breton... too many people around in Ontario. Down there I meet all sorts of non-human people, but they don't bother me, and I don't feel I have to apologize on behalf of my species quite so often.
Farley Mowat
Then he tried to recall the lessons of Mr. Wisdom. 'it is I myself, eternal Spirit, who drives this Me, the slave, along that ledge. I ought not to care whether he falls and breaks his neck or not. It is not he that is real, it is I – I – I.
C. S. Lewis