Bill Barich Quotes
Losers walking around with money in their pockets are always dangerous, not to be trusted. Some horse always reaches out and grabs them.
Bill Barich
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Did you bring me a hamburger? Did I-No,Myrnin,I didn't bring you a hamburger.Bizarre.He'd never asked for that before. Coffee? It's late. Doughnuts? No. What good are you then?
Rachel Caine
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I guess I'm interested in pushing the boundaries of the cello without giving up on the idea of playing the cello, if that makes any sense. I have no real interest in putting the cello through different effects to make it sound like a guitar or other instruments.
Okkyung Lee
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He would do things for he'd do for no one else, but while he'd empty the sky for her so she could spread her wings, fly, he would not set her free. She belonged to him, would always belong to him
Nalini Singh
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It's now or never I ain't gonna live forever I just wanna live while I'm alive It's my life
Jon Bon Jovi
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I've had small depressions, days when I've woken up and felt sad, especially when I'm so far away from home. I've got my religion and that is my therapy, although I think it would be good for me to have someone I can talk to. But I have friends. I haven't got a therapist but maybe I should.
Beyonce
Destiny's Child
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The possession of land seems to be a greater gratification to the pride and independence of men.
George Richards Minot
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We Americans love original ideas. But truly, there are already plenty of good ones out there, ours for the taking. If I were too proud to copy the ideas of others, I likely wouldn't have even a fraction of my current success.
Mohnish Pabrai
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I am very confident that the Spirit is with us.
William P. Leahy
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My very photogenic mother died in a freak accident (picnic, lightning) when I was three, and, save for a pocket of warmth in the darkest past, nothing of her subsists within the hollows and dells of memory, over which, if you can still stand my style (I am writing under observation), the sun of my infancy had set: surely, you all know those redolent remnants of day suspended, with the midges, about some hedge in bloom or suddenly entered and traversed by the rambler, at the bottom of a hill, in the summer dusk; a furry warmth, golden midges.
Vladimir Nabokov
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Losers walking around with money in their pockets are always dangerous, not to be trusted. Some horse always reaches out and grabs them.
Bill Barich