Betsy Prioleau Quotes
Men who “actively” appreciate and enjoy women, aren’t that common. Boys are raised to boycott the girls’ club and bond with each other. The “bromance” tradition is ancient and deep-dyed, a devotion to male friends that can be “wonderful, passing the love of women.” In the extreme, it tips over into misogyny. By contrast, ladies’ men like women inside and out and seek their companionship. Such gynephilia makes a man hum with charisma. It’s the mystery of connectivity. When someone empathizes and synchronizes with us, the effect is galvanic. Mirror neurons light up, and our bodies kick off opiate-like endorphins. We endow rapport artists with “chemistry”—incandescent sexiness.
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I breathe martial arts every day of my life.
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What keeps me up at night is poverty and unemployment.
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You have to expect the raps when you have achieved popularity as a writer.
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When you have both parties who will not find ways to compromise, who won't meet in the middle, you have paralysis. It's the perversion of idealism.
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Most of the most important experiences that truly educate cannot be arranged ahead of time with any precision.
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Success is so bad for everybody, period. Especially a certain kind of success, when people practically give up their identity. They forget who they are, how they are.
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Usually, when inspiration strikes late, the light of day reveals that I haven't gotten an idea for a book so much as a psychiatric case study.
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I say that Pakistanis should not consider girls as weaklings.
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One of the dreariest spots on life's road is the point of conviction that nothing will ever again happen to you.
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Sometime early in life, I developed the notion - one which I have never relinquished - that writing a novel is the very finest thing a person can do.
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My parents were both actors; my dad sort of quite early on. My mother acted for a while, and now she's a painter.
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I think glamour is synonymous with me.
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Westerns are very difficult to predict whether they'll reach an audience or not.
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I will persist until I succeed. I was not deIivered unto this world in defeat, nor does failure course in my veins. I am not a sheep waiting to be prodded by my shepherd.
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If Nature had been comfortable, mankind would never have invented architecture...In a house, we all feel of the proper proportions. Everything is subordinated to us, fashioned for our use and our pleasure.
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I am no stranger to loud noise. I've been to a Mitch Ryder and the Detroit Wheels concert. I once dated a woman with two kids.
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Our people are going to war to perpetuate slavery, but the war will be its death knell.
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For a long time I limited myself to one colour - as a form of discipline.
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It was as if someone had taken a tiny bead of pure life and decking it as lightly as possible with down and feathers, had set it dancing and zigzagging to show us the true nature of life.
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When I was four years old, my father, who was a colonel in the army, was stationed in Salzburg, Austria. Across the street from our house was an ancient castle on a cliff. So when I first heard fairy tales, I felt as if the magic of 'Cinderella' or 'Sleeping Beauty' was taking place right in my own neighborhood.
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I write about eight hours a day, and I throw away most of what I write.
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Those who reach decisions promptly and definitely, know what they want, and generally get it.
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Several years ago, I began losing my hair, and like a lot of men, it was a major concern to me, in fact it was practically an obsession. But, also I'm an actor, so I'm in the public eye a lot and I really felt that my hair loss could affect my career prospects.
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Men who “actively” appreciate and enjoy women, aren’t that common. Boys are raised to boycott the girls’ club and bond with each other. The “bromance” tradition is ancient and deep-dyed, a devotion to male friends that can be “wonderful, passing the love of women.” In the extreme, it tips over into misogyny. By contrast, ladies’ men like women inside and out and seek their companionship. Such gynephilia makes a man hum with charisma. It’s the mystery of connectivity. When someone empathizes and synchronizes with us, the effect is galvanic. Mirror neurons light up, and our bodies kick off opiate-like endorphins. We endow rapport artists with “chemistry”—incandescent sexiness.
