Robert Frost Quotes
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree Toward heaven still, And there's a barrel that I didn't fill Beside it, and there may be two or three Apples I didn't pick upon some bough. But I am done with apple-picking now. Essence of winter sleep is on the night, The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.
Robert Frost
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When I was growing up you would see big American films that really mythologised their landscape, that really showed the vastness and the drama of their country.
Baz Luhrmann
I do get approached occasionally, but not a ton. I'm unrecognizable because I'm coated in cat hair and sweat. And there's a sort of yeti quality to my presence... so I don't think that people can see the face.
Kate McKinnon
Creating things sometimes is difficult.
Warren Littlefield
I'll have the chance to do a production number on A Capitol Fourth.
Barry Bostwick
During my second draft pass on my last book I made 20,000 words happen in a week, which is practically supernatural for me, and it would never have been possible without three nights in a hotel in my own city.
Laini Taylor
I couldn't live on the singing at first, so I worked as a cleaner, in a launderette, in a garage, face painting and doing the windows of shops at Christmas, 'cause I had been to art college.
Imelda May
With acting, you see some of the kids are literally just off the street, untrained, and they are great. And others are off the street, untrained, and kind of horrible.
Patton Oswalt
My story is the story of thousands of children from around the world. I hope it inspires others to stand up for their rights.
Malala Yousafzai
Somebody who really inspired me to wanna start writing songs is The-Dream, so if The-Dream was to hit me up and be like, 'Yo you wanna do this?,' I'd be all for it. I would love that, actually.
Bryson Tiller
Honey isn't really that good for you.
Erykah Badu
I object to teaching of slogans intended to befog the mind, of whatever kind they may be.
Franz Boas
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree Toward heaven still, And there's a barrel that I didn't fill Beside it, and there may be two or three Apples I didn't pick upon some bough. But I am done with apple-picking now. Essence of winter sleep is on the night, The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.
Robert Frost
