William Butler Yeats Quotes
And when you sigh from kiss to kiss
I hear white Beauty sighing, too,
For hours when all must fade like dew.
William Butler Yeats
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One thing I want to make clear, as far as my own rebirth is concerned, the final authority is myself and no one else, and obviously not China's Communists.
Dalai Lama
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I figure the faster I pedal, the faster I can retire.
Lance Armstrong
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When I was twelve, I started reading Eudora Welty, Thomas Wolfe, Flannery O'Connor, James Agee, and - do we dare breathe the name - William Faulkner.
Frances Mayes
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I didn't dictate sections of 'Visions of Cody.' I typed up a segment of taped conversation with Neal Cassady, or Cody, talking about his early adventures in L.A.
Jack Kerouac
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I did every job under the sun from bartending to ushering to temping.
Natalie Dormer
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I can clearly trace my passion for reading back to the Jonesboro, Georgia, library, where for the first time in my life I had access to what seemed like an unlimited supply of books. This was where I discovered 'Encyclopedia Brown' and 'Nancy Drew,' 'Gone With the Wind' and 'Rebecca.' This was where I became inspired to be a writer.
Karin Slaughter
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We filmed one scene on the beach and there was definitely weird energy around, and we were followed around by a white owl to several different locations, and little things like that, or certain mishaps would happen and you'd have to wonder what that was about.
Rachel True
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When I'm writing something, I try not to get analytical about it as I'm doing it, as I'm writing it.
Quentin Tarantino
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People forget that writers start off being readers. We all love it when we find a terrific read, and we want to let people know about it.
Karin Slaughter
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I called the world of phenomena an illusion, I called my eyes and my tongue an accident, valueless phenomena. No, that is all over; I have awakened, I have really awakened and I have just been born today.
Hermann Hesse
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And when you sigh from kiss to kiss
I hear white Beauty sighing, too,
For hours when all must fade like dew.
William Butler Yeats