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
'Prophet!' said I, 'thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!'
Edgar Allan Poe
I'm just a low-key guy.
Kawhi Leonard
Men are so quick to blame the gods: they say that we devise their misery. But they themselves- in their depravity- design grief greater than the griefs that fate assigns.
Homer
I had a new idea in my head... this time it's just simply my bedroom, only here colour is to do everything, and, giving by its simplification a grander style to things, is to be suggestive here of rest or of sleep in general. In a word, to look at the picture ought to rest the brain or rather the imagination.
Vincent Van Gogh
Good night, Westley. Good work. Sleep well. I'll most likely kill you in the morning.
William Goldman
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
