William Blake Quotes
Little fly, thy summer's play My thoughtless hand has brushed away. Am not I a fly like thee? Or art not thou a man like me? For I dance and drink and sing, Till some blind hand shall brush my wing!
William Blake
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Every astronaut flew into space for a living. But while NASA has not solved the security problems, I would not put me back into a shuttle - and no other astronaut. The confidence is shaken.
Ulrich Walter
My parents divorced when I was seven. Because divorce is messy, for good or ill, they sent me to boarding school.
Jack Davenport
When I first got back from the war, I said, 'I'm gonna write the Great American Novel about the Vietnam War.' So I sat down and wrote 1,700 pages of sheer psychotherapy drivel. It was first person, and there would be pages about wet socks and cold feet.
Karl Marlantes
I live with my family. I moved to L.A. eight years ago, and it's the same room. But I'm looking now. I might get a condo.
Taylor Lautner
Though politics is by nature divisive, surely we all can agree that foster children need stability, safety, education, opportunity - and love.
Vanessa Diffenbaugh
I find the whole situation of confronting an audience terrifying.
Sam Shepard
If a film is very clever and well-written, that's what gives you freedom as a director.
Patrice Leconte
Each year, you've got to talk about it more and more, you've got to have programs. You're doing these camps, you've got to talk about concussion awareness.
Calvin Johnson
Making this movie was a great opportunity for me to explore high-definition. I'm glad I got to see what the challenges are, what makes it better. It works wonderfully.
Debbie Allen
No sooner than I did take it seriously, I had million-selling hits and movies with John Wayne.
Frankie Avalon
The thing is that when you are a director, you need to be involved in a lot of different fields. You must be a psychologist, an architecture expert; you must be a choreographer.
Denis Villeneuve
Little fly, thy summer's play My thoughtless hand has brushed away. Am not I a fly like thee? Or art not thou a man like me? For I dance and drink and sing, Till some blind hand shall brush my wing!
William Blake