Stephen Fry Quotes
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I was never the pretty girl at school. I'm tiny and mixed-race. I grew up in a white area. I was always the loner.
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A long time ago, when all the grandfathers and grandmothers of today were little boys and little girls or very small babies, or perhaps not even born, Pa and Ma and Mary and Laura and Baby Carrie left their little house in the Big Woods of Wisconsin.
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I first heard the story of Agnes Magnusdottir when I was an exchange student in the north of Iceland.
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Sometimes you think you aren't a good mama; you always feel a bit guilty when you're a mom. You want to be everywhere.
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One of the ways I stuck out was I was a very passionate reader. There was probably a cyclical nature to that; the more I felt like an outcast, the more I sought refuge in books, and the more I sought refuge in books, the more it made me not speak the same language as my peers.
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I started singing in church with my sister Maria when I was four, and I've been pretty much singing ever since. There's never been anything else for me to do.
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Preparing and cooking squid is easier than most fish. The only thing to remember is not to cook it for too long.
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Really I peeped dude at the bar like really Lookin like he want a good time like really Said he had a friend for my homegirl Lilly Lilly Lilly Lilly
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When you learn, teach. When you get, give. Maya Angelou taught me that.
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He was in my hair, my eyes, my fingers, my heart. I day-dreamed about what he was doing, thinking, seeing, smelling, feeling. I could not eat for thoughts of him.
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I'm coming on home to you instead cause they're all too ugly tonight.
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Dreams are the seedlings of reality.
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The Sun is a mass of fiery stone, a little larger than Greece.
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Political power means the capacity to regulate national life through national representatives.
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Twas in heaven pronounced - it was muttered in hell, / And echo caught faintly the sound as it fell; / On the confines of earth 'twas permitted to rest, / And the depth of the ocean its presence confessed. / Yet in shade let it rest, like a delicate flower, / Ah, breathe on it softly, it dies in an hour.
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I had these little babies [my twins] and it gave me something so spectacular, such a feeling - I was so turned on and so excited by them that I wrote a poem. I had it on scraps of paper and the maid threw it out.
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I obviously have a knack for getting on paper what a lot of people have thought and didn't realize they thought. And they say, 'Hey, yeah!' And they like that.
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I was reading so much about myself in the papers that was not me.
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Corliss wondered what happens to a book that sits unread on a library shelf for thirty years. Can a book rightfully be called a book if it never gets read? If a tree falls in a forest and gets pulped to make paper for a book that never gets read, but there's nobody there to read it, does it make a sound?
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Somehow, as a writer, you tend to use words to paper over structural cracks.
