Njabulo S Ndebele Quotes
The habit of looking at the spectacle has forced us to gloss over the nooks and crannies.
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I knew that there was an aspect to this story that was beyond the typical and that it was something very important about America, about our culture, and about bringing a story to a new generation that perhaps didn't know the details of it, and hadn't had the visceral experience that this film is 42.
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Whoever we are, we have to carve something out of our lives. I would like to be on my deathbed going, 'I've enjoyed that. I went through the rollercoaster of it, but I've appreciated it.'
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A fine world in which man reproaches woman with fulfilling his heart's desire!
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Every generation finds the drug it needs.
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If you want to build a great company, get the hell out of Silicon Valley.
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There is a fundamental difference between the Polish experience of the state and the Russian experience. In the Polish experience, the state was always a foreign power. So, to hate the state was a patriotic act.
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People thought we were intimidating, especially once we'd had a few drinks, but when I look back we were virtually on top of each other, holding hands. We sounded so stupid.
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Simply put, female friendships face more obstacles because they often involve more emotion, more expectations and more potential for conflict.
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I wanted to be a soccer player; I wanted to do it at the highest level.
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It's a non-issue; it's behind us now. That was a long time ago.
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Music is my life and my passion.
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People forget that writers start off being readers. We all love it when we find a terrific read, and we want to let people know about it.
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She could not ignore life. She had to live it and it was too brutal, too hostile, for her even to try to gloss over its harshness with a smile.
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Art is about the edges and the sharp corners and those places are not conducive to activism, which is about putting on a gloss.
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Flower in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower-but if I could understand What you are, root and all, all in all, I should know what God and man is.
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There was something alike terrifying and piteous in the spectacle of these frail old morsels of humanity consecrating their last flickering energies to the task of making each other wretched. Hatred seemed to be the one faculty which had survived in undiminished vigor where all else was dropping into ordered and symmetrical decay.
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The habit of looking at the spectacle has forced us to gloss over the nooks and crannies.
