Michael Chabon Quotes
For me, nostalgia is an involuntary emotion. ... I think it's just a natural human response to loss.
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The man who builds a factory builds a temple, that the man who works there worships there, and to each is due, not scorn and blame, but reverence and praise.
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I am not going to talk about my personal life anymore. You have to learn that lesson sometime.
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South African literature is a literature in bondage. It is a less-than-fully-human literature. It is exactly the kind of literature you would expect people to write from prison.
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Music is universal too. Even deaf people like to dance, love rhythm, and can kind of pick it up.
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I have had a fascination with death, I think, that might be considered genetic for a long time. My father had the same affliction, I guess.
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My daughter is the most normal towards me. For her, I am just her mom. I am just a regular mom, and the actor comes after that. If she likes something that I am wearing, she tells me, and if she doesn't, she still makes it a point to let me know.
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The best part about being friends with your parents is that no matter what you do, they have to keep loving you.
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It's not a bad time to be me.
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I should not be judged by a standard that's not applied to everyone else.
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The worst is feeling worthless.
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My mom always canned, and she taught us to take care of ourselves. She taught us everything from canning and sewing, and dad taught us everything we needed to know about farming.
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That Beatle euphoria has always been there, and it's hard to be in a room with a Beatle and try to be totally natural. You never shake that off.
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All dread those things they don't understand.
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My life feels like a book left out on the porch, and the wind blows the pages faster and faster, turning always toward a new chapter faster than I can stop to read it.
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I write the most sexiest records out.
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There is obviously a great human need for religion because life seems to be such a mystery.
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Emotion is always new.
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Animals, like us, are living souls. They are not things. They are not objects. Neither are they human. Yet they mourn. They love. They dance. They suffer. They know the peaks and chasms of being.
