Tony Blair Quotes
There is no meeting of minds, no point of understanding with such terror. Just a choice: Defeat it or be defeated by it. And defeat it we must.
Tony Blair
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I love gay Mardi Gras in Sydney, which is a big parade, a big march that thousands and thousands of people participate in. And there's one little group... well it's not little, it's got hundreds of people marching, and they're all very sweet, middle-aged and elderly people who are the parents of gay children who are out and proud.
Jacki Weaver
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Until the year 1967, it was a crime, for which you could be put in prison, to make homosexual love to someone in your own house. If they came in and caught you at it, you could be put into prison. This has changed - I'm talking about England, incidentally.
Patrick Macnee
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I've worked my whole life and never missed a deadline.
Dan Jenkins
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No one in my family has been observant for generations, but we all identify with being Jewish.
Adam Mansbach
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The dearest days in one's life are those that seem very far and very near at once.
Abraham Cahan
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The standards are being lowered, not just on the Internet, but in all of news and media.
Vince McMahon
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People said when I started, 'Why don't you just copy your father's style?' I had to be myself, singing my songs in my own way.
Natalie Cole
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Our mission on Apollo 14 was to be the first to do science on the moon, so we had to be careful about getting everything in during the allotted time.
Edgar Mitchell
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I love being pushed out of my comfort zone.
Karen Traviss
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I grew up in a farm town in Indiana. In the early years I played by myself, because there were no other musicians around.
Gary Burton
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'Music is a fine thing, but metal lasts.' He struck the table with two huge fingers to emphasize his point....As I left, I thought about what Kilvin had said. It was the first thing he had said to me that I did not agree with wholeheartedly. Metal rusts, I thought, music lasts forever.Time will eventually prove one of us right.
Patrick Rothfuss
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Nabby Adams, supine on the bed, grunted. It was four o’clock in the morning and he did not want to be talking. He had had a confused coloured dream about Bombay, shot with sharp pangs of unpaid bills. Over it all had brooded thirst, thirst for a warmish bottle of Tiger beer. Or Anchor. Or Carlsberg. He said, 'Did you bring any beer back with you?'
Anthony Burgess
