William Shakespeare Quotes
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On his first hand he wore rings of stone,Iron, Amber, Wood and Bone.There were rings unseen on his second hand,One was blood in a flowing band,One was air all whisper thin,And the ring of ice had a flaw within.Full faintly shone the ring of flame,And the final ring was without name.
Patrick Rothfuss
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In'ards, n. pl. The stomach, heart, soul, and other bowels.
Ambrose Bierce
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You can have your choice of men but I could never love again He's the only one for me Jolene I have to have this talk with you My happiness depends on you and whatever You decide to do Jolene...
Dolly Parton
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But I wish they would make a musical of some kind. I miss musicals so much. You don't see them anymore.
Dick Van Dyke
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I'm ashamed and embarrassed to say that I've read very little of David Foster Wallace's work. It's a huge gap in my education, one of many.
Ben Fountain
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When I left Bradford and got a phone call from Dave Parnaby asking 'did I want to come back in?', I was delighted to accept. The whole buzz at the club at the moment is great for someone like me who is still learning and wanting to hopefully go into management in my own right at some point.
Colin Cooper
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What does remembering ourselves mean? It essentially means coming back to life- re-membering.
Gerald Epstein
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We have got to be a hell of a lot more aggressive.
Richard Shelby
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No blur of inexactness, no cloud of vagueness, is allowable in good writing; from the first seeing to the last putting down, there must be steady lucidity and uncompromise of purpose.
Eudora Welty
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We went to the hospital; it was full. The doctor told me that two hundred had died the day before. I asked the cause of death; he shrugged and said, 'Tuberculosis, starvation, fatigue, and there are many who have no desire to live.'
Edward R. Murrow
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The invention of typography confirmed and extended the new visual stress of applied knowledge, providing the first uniformly repeatable 'commodity,' the first assembly-line, and the first mass-production. (p. 142)
Marshall McLuhan
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How is it that the clouds still hang on you?
William Shakespeare