William Goldman Quotes
He had risked his life and now it was walking away from him, hand-in-hand with a Ruffian prince.
William Goldman
Quotes to Explore
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Because I'm so hands on here at work and always looking at fabrics you have to be mobile and as comfortable as possible.
Narciso Rodriguez
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Hands down, the biggest thrill is to get a letter from a kid saying, I loved your book. Will you write me another one?
Kate DiCamillo
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Recent studies have shown that our creativity is increased by 60% when we're walking. I encourage my workshop participants to write at their desks but think on their feet.
Kate Klise
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My couch is made of cat's hair. The cushions have been obscured, and it's made of salt-and-pepper fur. I can't have visitors. I can't ask people to sit on that couch because they become implicated in the furriness of it, and they're walking around, and it's not fair to people.
Kate McKinnon
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You can spend an entire day walking around in New York, whereas in L.A., it always ends at some point because you have to find a way to get home.
Carey Mulligan
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Don't get me wrong: there are some fantastic people who work at British Cycling who kept me together, who were there when I was struggling with it all. They were walking the same tightrope in many ways, because if you do speak up, your days are numbered.
Victoria Pendleton
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I didn't belong to the sort of family where the children's classics were laid on. I went to the public library and read everything I could get my hands on.
Pat Barker
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A lot of my childhood memories involve walking home in floods of tears. At that age, feeling unpopular is difficult to handle.
Rachel Stevens
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Every normal man must be tempted, at times, to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats.
H. L. Mencken
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My fate is in the hands of almighty Allah.
Yahya Jammeh
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When you're walking into the stadium, you just say to yourself, 'the 100m is the same anywhere, the shot put is the same weight anywhere.'
Daley Thompson
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In the procession I should feel the crushing feet, the clashing discords, the ruthless hands and stifling breath. I could not hear the rhythm of the march.
Kate Chopin
