Rain Quotes
How it pours, pours, pours, In a never-ending sheet!How it drives beneath the doors! How it soaks the passer's feet!How it rattles on the shutter! How it rumples up the lawn!How 'twill sigh, and moan, and mutter, From darkness until dawn.
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For some reason, I spent my early thirties reading as much postwar Hungarian fiction as I could get my hands on.
Garth Risk Hallberg
Ours is one continued struggle against degradation sought to be inflicted upon us by the European, who desire to degrade us to the level of the raw Kaffir, whose occupation is hunting and whose sole ambition is to collect a certain number of cattle to buy a wife with, and then pass his life in indolence and nakedness.
Mahatma Gandhi
I think most people have creative ideas and have very strange, unorthodox impulses of things that they can do with their lives. I've had many of these over the years, but I decided the more important question was, 'When did I start calling this art?'
Vik Muniz
My retirement is both voluntary and involuntary. One reason, and this is voluntary, is the impact of television. All old movies are turning up on television, and frankly, making pictures doesn't interest me anymore. Another reason is that the film industry is in a declining state.
Randolph Scott
We cannot change the cards we are dealt, just how we play the game.
Randy Pausch
The theatre only knows what it's doing next week, not like the opera, where they say: What are we going to do in five years' time? A completely different attitude.
Harrison Birtwistle
I was able to grow up and do silly things and have a life with only a small amount of public scrutiny.
Keisha Castle-Hughes
I like hip-hop music, but some of the lyrics make me want to cry.
Patti LaBelle
I want to be Robin to Bush's Batman.
Dan Quayle
The business of a scientific school is the dissemination of useful knowledge, and this is a noble enterprise and indispensable withal; society can not exist unless it goes on.
Albert J. Nock
My father was a little frightening - a huge man, six foot four - and he looked like God. He was always a visitor, as far as I was concerned, because my parents separated when I was nine. We only became friends when he was old and began to shrink. During the war, he was a BBC war correspondent and did some extraordinary broadcasts.
Jennifer Johnston
How it pours, pours, pours, In a never-ending sheet!How it drives beneath the doors! How it soaks the passer's feet!How it rattles on the shutter! How it rumples up the lawn!How 'twill sigh, and moan, and mutter, From darkness until dawn.
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