Molly Crabapple Quotes
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A Labour party is not a debating club, it is a party of action.
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I have a hot memory, but I know I've forgotten many things, too, just squashed things in favor of survival.
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If we are going to list guitar influences, the biggest one by far is Wes Montgomery. Also, Gary Burton was obviously huge for me in a number of ways. But beyond that, Clifford Brown, Miles Davis and Freddie Hubbard.
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In the spring of 1929, I returned to the United States. I was homesick for this country. I had learned in my student days a great deal about the new physics. I wanted to pursue this myself, to explain it, and to foster its cultivation.
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I am for a huge, huge tent that espouses conservative principles.
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Charisma is a sign of the calling. Saints and pilgrims are defiantly moved by it.
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The wise healer endures the pain. Cry. Tears bring joy.
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I am fully aware of what the word 'fat' means ... It's a swear word. It's a weapon. It's a sociological subspecies. It's an accusation, dismissal, and rejection.
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I feel that by writing I am doing what is far more necessary than anything else.
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The wise man seeks death all his life, and for this reason death is not terrifying to him.
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The supreme task of the physicist is to arrive at those universal elementary laws from which the cosmos can be built up by pure deduction. There is no logical path to these laws; only intuition, resting on sympathetic understanding of experience, can reach them.
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He who fights too long against dragons becomes a dragon himself; and if you gaze too long into the abyss, the abyss will gaze into you.
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You can't out-perform your self-image.
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To forget how to dig the earth and to tend the soil is to forget ourselves.
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When you have money in hand,only you forget who are you .But when you do not have any money in your hand,the whole world forget who you are.It's life.
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I'll let criticism spoil breakfast, but I don't let it affect my lunch.
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Sometimes it just happens - to the wrong people at the wrong time.
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Sound trumpets! Let our bloody colours wave! And either victory, or else a grave.
