Barbara Gates Quotes
Animals are like people because people are animals.
Barbara Gates
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In black Africa, one does not strike, one does not express, one walks right.
Yannick Noah
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When you're having conversations about actors, you realize these same conversations have happened about you. If you want to make a film for $5m, then you cast A, B and C, but if you want $20m, you won't be able to cast them, you need X, Y and Z.
Paddy Considine
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The highest activity a human being can attain is learning for understanding, because to understand is to be free.
Baruch Spinoza
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If my favourite director gives me a role that is very sparkly? A very brilliant character? I'll do it.
Doona Bae
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Anytime you're writing stories about a group of people with whom you have limited experience, there's a lot of guesswork.
G. Willow Wilson
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From the Desert I come to thee On a stallion shod with fire; And the winds are left behind In the speed of my desire. Under thy window I stand, And the midnight hears my cry: I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die Till the sun grows cold, And the stars are old, And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold!
Bayard Taylor
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The goal of a life free of dysphoria is a snare and a delusion. A better goal is of good commerce with the world. Authentic happiness, astonishingly, can occur even in the presence of authentic sadness.
Martin Seligman
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You have a wide array of people that are watching something, and you cannot please everyone at the same time. Half the people will love it; half the people will hate it. Half the people won't see it.
David A. R. White
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I take Wellbutrin because I'm afraid to go into stores. I'm afraid people are going to yell at me.
Christina Ricci
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If it came down to it, I wish people heard different records from me that I know give you a soul R&B sound of music that I know is really my gift, gift. But the ones that usually go are the records that radio, the fans and the clubs really love the most.
Jeremih Felton
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The widow of Michael Reardon was a full‐breasted woman in her late thirties. She had dark hair and green eyes, and an Irish nose spattered with a clichéful of freckles. She had a face for merry‐go‐rounds and roller coaster rides, a face that could split in laughter and girlish glee when water was splashed on her at the seashore. She was a girl who could get drunk sniffing the vermouth cork before it was passed over a martini. She was a girl who went to church on Sundays, a girl who’d belonged to the Newman Club when she was younger, a girl who was a virgin two days after Mike.
Ed McBain
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Animals are like people because people are animals.
Barbara Gates