Amado Nervo Quotes
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I actually find a lot of parallels in jazz and cartooning.
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People say that slaves were taken from Africa. This is not true: People were taken from Africa, among them healers and priests, and were made into slaves.
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Im not revolted by Washington.
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I am just beginning to be more comfortable with my identity.
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I'm surprised that people think they're important. To me they're not.
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I hate it when people romanticize Scotland.
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We are always remaking history. Our memory is always an interpretive reconstruction of the past, so is perspective.
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Perfection is a disease of a nation.
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Yet each man kills the thing he loves, By each let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look, Some with a flattering word, The coward does it with a kiss, The brave man with a sword! Some kill their love when they are young, And some when they are old; Some strangle with the hands of Lust, Some with the hands of Gold: The kindest use a knife, because The dead so soon grow cold. Some love too little, some too long, Some sell, and others buy; Some do the deed with many tears, And some without a sigh: For each man kills the thing he loves, Yet each man does not die.
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The average rap life is two or three albums. You're lucky to get to your second album in rap!
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Every time we deny ourselves in order to serve someone else, we grow in Christ.
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How'd we come up with the robe? Was some guy just like, 'Hey, I've got an idea! Why don't we make a coat out of a towel? You can have a little belt that goes around. You could dunk the belt in the toilet! Have a toilet belt.'
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You know you’re writing well when you're throwing good stuff into the wastebasket.
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I am always doing what I can't do yet in order to learn how to do it.
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What people believe prevails over the truth.
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If I go to the National Gallery and I look at one of the great paintings that excite me there, it's not so much the painting that excites me as that the painting unlocks all kinds of valves of sensation within me which return me to life more violently.
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No one loves me, - no one cares for me, but you, mother.
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Perhaps there is no position more perilous to a man's honesty thanthat of knowing himselftobe quiteloved by a girl whom he almost loves himself.
