Stephen Fry Quotes
I went to Cambridge and thought I would stay there. I thought I would quietly grow tweed in a corner somewhere and become a Don or something.
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I'm gonna have to start winning some of the matches to call it a rivalry!
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It was too late - everything was too late. For years now he had dreamed the world away, basing his decisions upon emotions unstable as water.
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I think of my art materials not as junk but as garbage. Manure, actually: it goes from being the waste material of one being to the life-source of another.
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The laws of the colors are unutterably beautiful, just because they are not accidental.
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We spend months inside them, then the rest of our lives getting babied by them.
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Half of the people in the world are below average.
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Death is easier to bear without thinking of it, than the thought of death without peril.
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Before you speak, listen. Before you write, think. Before you spend, earn. Before you invest, investigate. Before you criticize, wait. Before you pray, forgive. Before you quit, try. Before you retire, save. Before you die, give.
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The truth is that the fall of Napoleon is the hardest blow that our taxing system ever felt. It is now impossible to make people believe that immense fleets and armies are necessary.
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In the realist, faith is not born from miracles, but miracles from faith.
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Philip Larkin didn't write for several years before his life ended. And when he was asked why he didn't write, he said the muse deserted him. And when I read that, it really had a profound effect upon me, sort of scared me. So that's why I think I have no right to assume that some thought is going to come... But I think, in my imagination, if it is it, there will probably be something else I'm interested in.
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You don't want to be conscious of everything.
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God bless classic rock. It's been very good to me; I'll tell you that.
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As a little kid, I suppose I was a little weird.
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Gave a girl herpes in exchange for syphilis, put my LP on your Christmas gift list.
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One does not fall in love; one grows into love, and love grows in him.
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I went to Cambridge and thought I would stay there. I thought I would quietly grow tweed in a corner somewhere and become a Don or something.
