William Shakespeare Quotes
Prophet may you be! If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth, when time is old and hath forgot itself, when waterdrops have worn the stones of Troy, and blind oblivion swallowed cities up, and mighty states characterless are grated to dusty nothing, yet let memory, from false to false, among false maids in love, upbraid my falsehood!
William Shakespeare
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Some of my books sort of have a provocative take. Sometimes you find interesting things about characters that show they weren't necessarily the way people usually see them. It can make for lively conversations, but that's great. Spark a little controversy, get people to think about it. That's what it's all about.
Nathaniel Philbrick
You have injuries that bother you when you're not playing. When that horn blows, you don't feel it.
Karl Malone
So many of us have friends or family who have battled cancer, and we know how important it is to find a cure.
Ted Deutch
I write novels and other things.
Jack L. Chalker
Heartache is very fertile ground for song-making but so is happiness, so is absolute bliss.
K. D. Lang
I only hope that one day, America will recognize what the rest of the world already has known, that our indigenous music - gospel, blues, jazz and R&B - is the heart and soul of all popular music; and that we cannot afford to let this legacy slip into obscurity, I'm telling you.
Quincy Jones
I came out to my family when I was 13. I was a very young kid, a vulnerable kid.
Dan Amboyer
Generally I'm against regulation.
Dorothy Denning
I know North Korea is the most ridiculous country in the world, but for me, my mum, my brother, and my families and old memories are so important.
Lee Hyeon-seo
Remembrance, like Rembrandt, is dark but festive. Remembered ones dress up for the occasion and sit still. Memory is a photo-studio de luxe on an infinite Fifth Power Avenue.
Vladimir Nabokov
Prophet may you be! If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth, when time is old and hath forgot itself, when waterdrops have worn the stones of Troy, and blind oblivion swallowed cities up, and mighty states characterless are grated to dusty nothing, yet let memory, from false to false, among false maids in love, upbraid my falsehood!
William Shakespeare