Tommy Chong (Thomas B. Kin Chong) Quotes
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I had luck, but I worked hard and I suffered. It's not just photography I'm talking about. It's about whatever dream you want it to be.
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You think you choose the subjects of your books. But sometimes, in ways you don't know, the books choose you.
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Somebody might get criticized for doing some movie that totally sucks, then turn around and be incredible. Every actor goes through that, not just musicians who act.
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The kind of artist I would like to be is definitely versatile. I don't like being boxed in or put into a genre, so to speak.
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Maybe its a case of one guitar feeling a certain way to the hands that makes one subsequently move differently over the strings, but my intent is always to wring the maximum emotional resonance out of the object in hand.
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One thing I have clear is that I don't want to work for money anymore.
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Sometimes you'll laugh. Sometimes you'll cry. Life never tells us, the when's or why's. When you've got friends, to wish you well. You'll find your point when. You will exhale.
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Marriage equality is not a choice. It is a legal right.
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The safest place to be is in the center of God's will.
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Changing people's habits is very expensive.
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To appreciate and use correctly a valuable maxim requires a genius; a vital appropriating exercise of mind closely allied to that which first created it.
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A brilliant liar; he has total recall.
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I had much more fun criticizing than praising.
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I really feel the novel has certain conveniences about it and has something so fundamental about it you could almost say that as long as there is paper, there is going to be the novel.
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Paris in the early morning has a cheerful, bustling aspect, a promise of delicious things to come, a positive smell of coffee and croissants, quite peculiar to itself. The people welcome a new day as if they were certain of liking it, the shopkeepers pull up their blinds serene in the expectation of good trade, the workers go happily to their work, the people who have sat up all night in night-clubs go happily to their rest, the orchestra of motor-car horns, of clanking trams, of whistling policemen tunes up for the daily symphony, and everywhere is joy.
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I only smoke maybe a nug a day.
