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It's a shame that the only thing a man can do for eight hours a day is work. He can't eat for eight hours; he can't drink for eight hours; he can't make love for eight hours. The only thing a man can do for eight hours is work.
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Unless you're ashamed of yourself now and then, you're not honest.
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How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home.
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A man's moral conscience is the curse he had to accept from the gods in order to gain from them the right to dream.
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The artist doesn't have time to listen to the critics. The ones who want to be writers read the reviews, the ones who want to write don't have the time to read reviews.
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I don't want money badly enough to work for it.
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A writer must teach himself that the basest of all things is to be afraid.
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I am not one of those women who can stand things.
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My, my. A body does get around.
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We have all heard what we wanted to hear! Truth that sounds right to our ears!
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This is a free country. Folks have a right to send me letters, and I have a right not to read them.
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Maybe the only thing worse than having to give gratitude constantlyall the time, is having to accept it.
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Like a fellow running from or toward a gun ain't got time to worry whether the word for what he is doing is courage or cowardice.
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There is something about jumping a horse over a fence, something that makes you feel good. Perhaps it's the risk, the gamble. In any event it's a thing I need.
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You get born and you try this and you don't know why, only you keep on trying it and you are born at the same time with a lot of other people, all mixed up with them, like trying to, having to, move your arms and legs with strings, only the same strings are hitched to all the other arms and legs and the others all trying and they don't know why either except that the strings are all in one another's way.
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Your illusions are a part of you like your bones and flesh and memory.
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In Europe, being an artist is a form of behavior. In America, it's an excuse for a form of behavior.
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When grown people speak of the innocence of children, they dont really know what they mean. Pressed, they will go a step further and say, Well, ignorance then. The child is neither. There is no crime which a boy of eleven had not envisaged long ago. His only innocence is, he may not be old enough to desire the fruits of it...his ignorance is, he does not know how to commit it...
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Tell about the South. What's it like there. What do they do there. Why do they live there. Why do they live at all.
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Curiosity is a mistress whose slaves decline no sacrifice.
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I never promise a woman anything nor let her know what I'm going to give her. That's the only way to manage them. Always keep them guessing. If you cant think of any other way to surprise them, give them a bust in the jaw.
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Riches is nothing in the face of the Lord, for He can see into the heart.
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I listen to the voices.
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I believe in God, God. God, I believe in God.