Erma Bombeck Quotes
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I don't know of a soul who packed more living into 72 years than Charles Lindbergh did.
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Hanging out with my girlfriends is my sanity saver. We go out for a bad chick flick and dinner. I suggest you break free from the guys, see a really silly, girly movie, and get a little something to eat afterwards. It feels like a treat.
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It's funny, oftentimes the really great roles that I enjoy are in classic plays, and there aren't many theatres in New York who will do them, aside from Roundabout.
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An intelligent and conscientious opposition is a part of loyalty to country.
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I was sitting in a restaurant.
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Everything we make pollutes. The most responsible thing we can do is to make each product as well as we know how so it lasts as long as possible.
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If there had been a strong democratic sentiment in Germany, Hitler would never have come to power . [Germans] deserved what they got when they went round crying for a hero.
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The kind of people I look for to fill top management spots are the eager beavers, the mavericks. These are the guys who try to do more than they're expected to do - they always reach.
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Theres no drama like wrestling.
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Only a handful of men and women leave an imprint on the conscience of a nation and on the history that they helped shape.
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I called Kevin Spacey one day about something else, but he didnt say to me calm down, like The New York Times said. Because I was not deranged.
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In the Big City a man will disappear with the suddenness and completeness of the flame of a candle that is blown out.
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He always wanted to run a marathon when he was at school. My recommendation was: Give it a few years after you graduate. You have to develop.
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I'm a Nietzschean scholar. I've read an immense amount about nihilism and existentialism.
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The pile of guts was a black blob of flies that buzzed like a saw. After a while these flies found Simon. Gorged, they alighted by his runnels of sweat and drank. They tickled under his nostrils and played leapfrog on his thighs. They were black and iridescent green and without number; and in front of Simon, the Lord of the Flies hung on his stick and grinned. At last Simon gave up and looked back; saw the white teeth and dim eyes, the blood—and his gaze was held by that ancient, inescapable recognition.
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It takes an uncommon amount of guts to put your dreams on the line.
