Joanne Rowling Quotes
He felt his heart pounding fiercely in his chest. How strange that in his dread of death, it pumped all the harder, valiantly keeping him alive. But it would have to stop, and soon. Its beats were numbered. How many would there be time for, as he rose and walked through the castle for the last time, out into the grounds and into the forest?
Joanne Rowling
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I think I was probably an early teenager when I discovered Bessie Smith, Ma Rainey and a bunch of people that are on a long list of artists. They were important to me, especially as an early adolescent.
Madeleine Peyroux
I play-acted and started performing, which just logically led to doing it in school, which led to studying it in college, which led to auditioning to the showcase in New York. And then I had an agent, and I was an actress.
Mamie Gummer
If we can reduce the cost and improve the quality of medical technology through advances in nanotechnology, we can more widely address the medical conditions that are prevalent and reduce the level of human suffering.
Ralph Merkle
One morning I woke up and was plunged into psychological shock. I had forgotten I was free.
Jack Henry Abbott
I try to work out with my personal trainer for an hour, four times a week - we mainly concentrate on weights and running. If I'm on the road I sometimes do DVD work-outs in my hotel room - P90X and Insanity are a couple of my favourites.
Fergie
The Black Eyed Peas
I've tried coconut water straight up before, and to me, it's a little funky.
Yvonne Strahovski
I had been in a professional boys' choir, and as a boy soprano, you're aware that your voice has an expiration date.
Alexander Chee
Good is positive. Evil is merely privative, not absolute: it is like cold, which is the privation of heat. All evil is so much death or nonentity. Benevolence is absolute and real. So much benevolence as a man hath, so much life hath he.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Never lower your sight - always look at people at eye-level.
Joanne Liu
In the room the women come and goTalking of Michelangelo.
T. S. Eliot
The way I choose to show my feelings is through my songs.
Marianne Faithfull
He felt his heart pounding fiercely in his chest. How strange that in his dread of death, it pumped all the harder, valiantly keeping him alive. But it would have to stop, and soon. Its beats were numbered. How many would there be time for, as he rose and walked through the castle for the last time, out into the grounds and into the forest?
Joanne Rowling