Michael Ondaatje Quotes
She had always wanted words, she loved them; grew up on them. Words gave her clarity, brought reason, shape.
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If I had my way, the woman I marry, she wouldn't be a part of Twitter and she wouldn't be on Facebook.
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I didn't think I'd be around 30 years later.
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Any time that you can give the consumer more of what they want, it's a good thing. I said from Day 1 that the unbundling of the album is a good thing.
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I felt like people only knew me as a singer who dated pretty girls.
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I really love to play 'Moonlight Sonata' by Beethoven. I can still read music, but I need to practise more. The way your fingers move - it's something that comes from memory. I love music.
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Well, it really describes what it feels like to be a normal person whose boss and friend suddenly runs for the president, and then becomes the president.
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Sugarcoating doesn't do anybody any good.
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For a gymnast to be successful, she needs to strike a balance of everything within herself. She needs to be graceful, flexible, perform all elements, turns, maintain co-ordination - she has to have all of that. If, for example, she only has co-ordination and nothing else, she will not succeed.
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Little minds are tamed and subdued by misfortune; but great minds rise above them.
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No place affords a more striking conviction of the vanity of human hopes than a public library.
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If the world acts together, we can make sure that all of our children enjoy lives of opportunity and dignity.
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The best thing about art is that it is the one luxury in life that can be enjoyed by everyone. And it lasts forever.
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Macon has such a rich musical history - and the state of Georgia, as well.
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Mediocrity is the elephant in the room.
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This little expression, 'It doesn't matter what you believe as long as you're sincere,' is a monstrous lie.
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What you perceive as "liberal" is my independence to choose what i do, with whom, and when. Moreover, it also means that i may choose not to do it, with anyone, ever.
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I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning, How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turned over upon me, And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, And reached till you felt my beard, and reached till you held my feet.
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Many women long for what eludes them, and like not what is offered them.
