Carol O'Connell Quotes
In my view, madness is a place. You go. You come back. And I think we all take turns being the mental patient. Without a touch of crazy, literature can be a desolate place. In the current climate of careful speech, even fearful speech, smoke-free film scripts, thought-free songs, and child-proof locks on American minds, the oft-repeated lament of the arts is "Where have all those wonderful madmen gone?"
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I think I was lucky I got into art college. That's what saved me.
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I've always really liked the rhythm element of songs.
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The first decent building I did with my own practice was a chapel in Taiwan.
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It's not that I don't want a fast car. I like the speed. I'm just not the type of person who finds a sports car a sexy car.
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Metaphysics is a dark ocean without shores or lighthouse, strewn with many a philosophic wreck.
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If I had an ego as big as the Eiffel Tower, would I have won this many collective trophies? I know people like to talk about it. And O.K., I am not going to answer every story. But maybe I will let my collective trophies speak for themselves. I don't know many other footballers who have won as much. Do you?
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I played small forward on the basketball team. I also ran the 300 hurdles.
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If tomorrow the Chinese decide not to supply the world with raw materials, the pharma industry would collapse.
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You have to master not only the art of listening to your head, you must also master listening to your heart and listening to your gut.
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You want good ratings, you want people to like the show, you want to be appreciated for the hard work you put in. You don't always get it. Every show is not beloved.
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You don't choose a party because it's the flavour of the month. I feel I will be able to work under a political system. I feel if people like me don't enter politics to bring change, who will?
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The most enduring stories in literature generally have some kind of crime at their center, whether it's the bloody butchery of 'Hamlet,' the lecherous misanthropes of Dickens or the lone gunman from 'The Great Gatsby.'
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Loss of hope rather than loss of life is what decides the issues of war. But helplessness induces hopelessness.
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I feel good. I think everything went good.
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Today, I see thousands of Mahatma Gandhis, Martin Luther Kings, and Nelson Mandelas marching forward and calling on us. The boys and girls have joined. I have joined in. We ask you to join, too.
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A coward is incapable of exhibiting love; it is the prerogative of the brave.
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What sometimes goes on in all sorts of Christian institutions is not formation of people in the character of Christ; it's teaching of outward conformity. You don't get in trouble for not having the character of Christ, but you do if you don't obey the laws.
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It has not been hard to grow older, because I believe if you have something you believe in, that will keep you alive far more than plastic surgery or Botox.
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The affection is mainly biological factor. Then further sort of strengthening, that religion helps.
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It was from the artists and poets that the pertinent answers came, and I know that panic would have broken loose had they been able to compare notes. As it was, lacking their original letters, I half suspected the compiler of having asked leading questions, or of having edited the correspondence in corroboration of what he had latently resolved to see.
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Harrison Ford invited me to fly on his private plane to Los Angeles, and he's great to work with. He's really down to earth, and we got to know each other quite well.
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I put the girl’s teeth shaped like my mother’s teeth into my own mouth and on her teeth I chewed until I heard my own teeth in my head breaking and I swallowed and I smiled.
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Art should be transgressive. Life is not all sweet.
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In my view, madness is a place. You go. You come back. And I think we all take turns being the mental patient. Without a touch of crazy, literature can be a desolate place. In the current climate of careful speech, even fearful speech, smoke-free film scripts, thought-free songs, and child-proof locks on American minds, the oft-repeated lament of the arts is "Where have all those wonderful madmen gone?"
