William Blake Quotes
When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue Could scarcely cry weep weep weep weep. So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
William Blake
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The compulsively readable events of my life occurred mainly in infancy, and it's been pretty humdrum ever since.
T. C. Boyle
Each of my books is different from the last, each with its own characters, its own setting, its own themes. As a writer, I need the variety. I sense my readers do, too.
Barbara Delinsky
With 'Eagle of the Ninth,' every shot was extremely planned and organized. The director was like, 'Do this!' And I say, 'How was it?' and he says, 'Good.' It was very odd. I would never know where he was headed, or even if he was shooting me at a close-up or from a distance.
Tahar Rahim
As a science fiction fan, I had always assumed that when computers supplemented our intelligence, it would be because we outsourced some of our memory to them. We would ask questions, and our machines would give oracular - or supremely practical - replies.
Gary Wolf
Every kid, every minority kid can be so successful if they focus on their education.
Magic Johnson
Better than the strength of men and horses is our wisdom.
Xenophanes
God gives us love! Something to love He lends us; but when love is grown To ripeness, that on which it throve Falls off, and love is left alone: This is the curse of time.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Bomber jackets, for me, are the new blazers. They're something I can wear with suit pants or slacks - or I can go really urban with it. I think, as men, we don't have the little black dress that women do to go from day to nighttime, but the bomber can be the LBD for men.
Karamo Brown
When people are very original, sometimes they are original as a way to resist the mainstream.
Michel Gondry
Chin up, don’t smile, don’t cry, don’t fall, walk.
Cecelia Ahern
When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue Could scarcely cry weep weep weep weep. So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
William Blake
