Alex Caceres Quotes
I know that when I get in there and I leave that cage I will leave with more than I came in.
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It is a great piece of skill to know how to guide your luck even while waiting for it.
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My background is that of a competitive athlete and a fighter, and I'm bringing something totally different to 'The Biggest Loser' that wasn't there before.
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My work as an artist is completely separate from my work as a philanthropist.
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Myth is a powerful medium because it talks to the emotions and not the head. It moves us into an area of mystery.
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I was a normal American nerd.
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I like 'Star Wars.' I mean, I don't go to the conventions and dress up like Obi-Wan Kenobi or anything, but I like watching the movies.
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Throw off your worries when you throw off your clothes at night.
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I can do lovers. I can do Sir Galahad types. I'm not going to limit myself in voice-overs to irascible old men.
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I remind everybody that the Sabbath was the Jewish gift to civilization.
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The rules of survival never change, whether you're in a desert or in an arena.
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A couple of times we make a mistake by being so aggressive, ... We come up and we probably had a chance to get the guy down, but we try to explode on him and miss a tackle.
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Art transcends its limitations only by staying within them.
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I got Oedipus off the incest charge--technicality, of course--he didn't know it was his mother at the time.
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For a long time there has been a lot of talk but not much action. I think we have to reverse that now.
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Senator Kerry voted to undermine the troops in the field, and that is not only inexcusable, it is reprehensible.
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We are sending the help wherever the U.S. authorities request us to.
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It is necessary for us to understand that the only Active Principle is Spirit.
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They leave things behind sometimes, the guests. A bottle of scent. A crumpled handkerchief. A pearl button that fell off a dress and rolled under a bed. And sometimes they leave other sorts of things. Things you can't see. A sigh trapped in a corner. Memories tangled in the curtains. A sob fluttering against the windowpane like a bird that flew in and can't get back out. I can feel these things. They dart and crouch and whisper.
