William Shakespeare Quotes
Come away, come away, Death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white stuck all with yew, O prepare it! My part of death no one so true did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strewn: Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, lay me O where Sad true lover never find my grave, to weep there!
Quotes to Explore
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The first job I ever had was at a pool-liner-manufacturing plant. Minimum wage was $4.25, and that's what I was making. It was this huge, hot, un-air-conditioned factory staffed with all women and me. This is in Georgia, during the summertime, so it was pretty ridiculous.
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Think of an economy where people could be an artist or a photographer or a writer without worrying about keeping their day job in order to have health insurance.
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It's really hard for me, every day, to confront my writing. It never gets easier over time.
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Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months.
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The mistake of the West was to put the Sauds on the throne of Saudi Arabia and give them control of the world's oil fortune, which they then used to propagate Wahhabi Islam.
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Science without respect for human life is degrading to us all and reflects a hollow and deceptive philosophy, a philosophy that we as a people should never condone.
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Dreams are not without meaning wherever thay may come from-from fantasy, from the elements, or from other inspiration.
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Broad-mindedness is related to tolerance; open-mindedness is the sibling of peace.
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When people refer to 'Back in the Day,' it was a Wednesday. Just a little fun fact for you.
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I haven't done as many films as I would have liked.
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I don't have a goal but I just want to work on movies that I really like.
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I have made it a rule for a long time, not to part with the copyright of my drawings, for I have been so copied, my drawings reproduced and sold for advertisements and done in ways I hate.
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The musical has always been in jeopardy - until - or was in jeopardy until it was realised that it is probably the safest living theatre art form.
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I am a victim-oriented person. I like to see that the victims know that they have a voice.
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Like any group that has endured much, African Americans have created a strong and mutually reinforcing sense of group identity. That's not a bad thing in and of itself.
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I love New York. Love it.
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Woman begins by resisting a man's advances and ends by blocking his retreat.
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I'm not in this sport to say a guy can beat me.
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Actors aren't all the same. They have very different skills. There are actors of intellect who are very thoughtful about everything they do... and then there are actors of instinct who don't know what they're doing until the cameras roll... My father was actually quite thoughtful about what he did, while my mother was much more instinctual.
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That's what you're looking for as a writer when you're working. You're looking for your own freedom. To lose your inhibition to delve deep into your memory and experiences and life and then to find the prose that will persuade the reader.
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The most disadvantageous peace is better than the most just war.
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'Built This Pool' was an idea that I had for a song starting several years ago, and as we were in between takes of recording something, I was actually holding a guitar at the time, and I played this silly thing, and sang the lyrics to 'Built This Pool' kinda in the background.
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What else is there for the rich to do, If not to relieve the poor of their misery?
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Come away, come away, Death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white stuck all with yew, O prepare it! My part of death no one so true did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strewn: Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, lay me O where Sad true lover never find my grave, to weep there!
