Walter Farley Quotes
His mane was like a crest, mounting, then falling low. His neck was long and slender, and arched to the small, savagely beautiful head. The head was that of the wildest of all wild creatures- a stallion born wild- and it was beautiful, savage, splendid. A stallion with a wonderful physical perfection that matched his savage, ruthless spirit.
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I'm probably a natural uncle. I can take the kids out and have fun with them and look after them, and I can be Mr. Popular. But actually having to do the grind? That stuff just doesn't appeal at all.
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I work eight hours a day, but I'm not writing all that time. I'm thinking, editing, looking something up. Thinking is what I do a lot of.
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If the reporter has killed our imagination with his truth, he threatens our life with his lies.
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The old series of sittings with Mrs. Piper convinced me of survival for reasons which I should find it hard to formulate in any strict fashion, but that was their distinct effect.
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I don't remember scenes. I'm like, 'Really, we shot that?'
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The fact is that since you're a divine creation who originated in the world of Spirit, you have exactly the right amount of smarts to accomplish all that you need and want to do while you're here on earth. It's all perfect... and so are you!
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I used to write bits and pieces of comedy material for various comics that were at the Windmill... as well as my film job, I was under contract, I was allowed to do that and everything.
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There's no limit to how complicated things can get, on account of one thing always leading to another.
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I am always worried that over-planning and outlining will kill the magic of writing; most of the world I created in 'California' occurred via good old sexy sentence-making.
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Happiness is a mysterious concept. It seems to work best as futurity: at that point I will be happy, et cetera. I feel like I experience small pieces of joy day to day.
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When I was a baby feminist, leading feminist thinkers were insisting that if women ran the world, there would be no sadism or war.
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A great revolution in just one single individual will help achieve a change in the destiny of a society and, further, will enable a change in the destiny of humankind.
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I could not find any way that we could really run the kind of campaign I wanted to run if we were targeting delegates and still trying to talk to people, which is what keeps me going as a human being.
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Last four months were great for me, was probably one of the best four months of my career, playing unbelievable in the clay court season.
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On the issue of behavioral health and the like, the program we have in place has always been available to former players as well.
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I'm doing a little consulting. I'm somewhat retired, still a director of a company or two.
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I have spoken to many, many Indian chiefs who say they have no objection whatsoever to the nickname.
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I don't focus on the scale. I focus on doing my job. The team staff and the program I've been working on, they've been touching on that, but I don't focus on the scale.
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The role of the defense is to be an advocate for their client, regardless of whether he did it or not, within the bounds of the law.
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Anarchism is the great liberator of man from the phantoms that have held him captive; it is the arbiter and pacifier of the two forces for individual and social harmony.
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Their conduct leads one to believe that they truly imagine that happiness lasts forever in this temporary, precarious life.
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We could make the most beautiful film in the world, but if it doesn't have a heart beating underneath it, then no one's going to be interested.
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I was doing a play in New York, which we had done in New Haven, Connecticut. It was an American premiere of a play called The Changing Room written by a wonderful man named David Story. It was about a rugby team in the North of England. It got just screaming rave reviews. At that time, virtually every major critic went up to the Long Wharf Theater to see a new play like that.
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His mane was like a crest, mounting, then falling low. His neck was long and slender, and arched to the small, savagely beautiful head. The head was that of the wildest of all wild creatures- a stallion born wild- and it was beautiful, savage, splendid. A stallion with a wonderful physical perfection that matched his savage, ruthless spirit.
