Ian Buruma Quotes
The fact that both killers arrived on bikes added a peculiarly Dutch flavor to their murders.
Ian Buruma
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You are holy, great and mighty, the moon and the stars DECLARE who You are...I'm so unworthy, but still You love me, forever my heart will sing of how great You are!
Phil Wickham
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Amanda thought about her addiction to being on the move. about whether she was running away or running toward.
Elizabeth Noble
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The ideal mother, like the ideal marriage, is a fiction.
Milton Sapirstein
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Harry Potter to me is a bore. His talent arrives as a gift; he's chosen. Who can identify with that? But Hermione - she's working harder than anyone, she's half outsider, right? Half Muggle. She shouldn't be there at all. It's so unfair that Harry's the star of the books, given how hard she worked to get her powers.
Ira Glass
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Your heavenly home was bought for a price, and that payment results in a title deed that can never be lost through foreclosure.
David Jeremiah
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Those tragic comedians, the Chamber of Commerce red hunters, the Women's Christian Temperance Union smellers, the censors of books, the Klan regulators, the Methodist prowlers, the Baptist guardians of sacred vessels-we have the national mentality of a police lieutenant.
H. L. Mencken
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... an artist should paint from the heart, and not always what people expect. Predictability often leads to the dullest work, in my opinion, and we have been bored stiff long enough I think.
E. A. Bucchianeri
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Some cats, Iggy Pop, they're going to always have that hunger.
Nikki Sixx
Mötley Crüe
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His own government, suing him, that's not Chocolate Sundae!
William H. Gates, Sr.
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Dr. Oaks made the remark that, according to the best estimate he could make, there were four hundred murders annually produced by abortion in that county alone....There must be a remedy for such a crying evil as this.
Elizabeth Cady Stanton
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The forgotten man... He works, he votes, generally he prays, but his chief business in life is to pay.
William Graham Sumner
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Until that moment I had stopped thinking about my family. Maybe it was due to the bread we ate each evening that supposedly contained not only sawdust but a powder called bromide that made us forget memories of home, a sedative of some kind. Whatever it was or was not, I could not feel sorry for myself, for Miriam, for anyone. I could not think of myself as a victim, or I knew I would perish. It was simple. For me, there was no room for any thought except survival.
Eva Mozes Kor
