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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I always look for interesting, complex characters. You know, interesting, well-written material.
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The trade union movement represents the organized economic power of the workers... It is in reality the most potent and the most direct social insurance the workers can establish.
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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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As goes love so goes life.
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It is a question of building which is at the root of the social unrest of today: architecture or revolution.
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My mom is a nurse; my dad is a pediatrician. They were born in the 1940s, and they were both inspired to fight against injustice, whether it was the injustices of the Vietnam War or Watergate or children in poverty or oppression of African Americans in Philadelphia where I was growing up.
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Diogenes the Cynic, when a little before his death he fell into a slumber, and his physician rousing him out of it asked him whether anything ailed him, wisely answered, 'Nothing, sir; only one brother anticipates another,-Sleep before Death.'
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To think bad thoughts is really the easiest thing in the world. If you leave your mind to itself it will spiral down into ever-increasing unhappiness. To think good thoughts, however, requires effort. This is one of the things that discipline - training - is about.
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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?"
