Bobby Gould Quotes
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In most cases, my favorite Jethro Tull songs will be determined by how I feel about them as live performance songs, not by the recorded identity.
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Raising a small child as a woman while travelling 10 months out of the year would, I believe, be something I would not be able or even want to do, although with the amazing example of Leila, I am no longer so sure.
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And it makes you wonder—how can a people incapable of selecting their own lightbulbs and toilets possess enough competence to vote for their own rulers and fill out complicated tax returns?
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Fed on the dry husks of facts, the human heart has a hidden want which science cannot supply.
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This first glance of a soul which does not yet know itself is like dawn in the heavens; it is the awakening of something radiant and unknown.
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Honey, I plan to marry you the moment the ink is dry on that death certificate.
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I think our love can do anything we want it to.
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I have learned almost everything I know about leadership by following people who inspire me.
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Our family love is so special, and I truly believe it is due to our work and dedication to communication and patience.
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I can't even compare ourselves with the Supremes. I adore the Supremes! I can't set myself up as comparison to people I'm in awe of.
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it takes as long as three generations of hard work, three generations of sacrifice to correct the wrong!
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I did not disregard my culture, if I did, it was the white American culture, and I accepted my true culture, when I accepted Mohammed Ali, because this is a black name, Islam is the black man's religion, and so I would like to say, that I would like to clarify that point that I reclaimed my real culture, and that's being a black man and wearing a black name with a black body, and not a white name, so I would never say that I didn't disown my culture.
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We all wanted to copy Vivien Leigh.
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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, O’er a plan to venge myself upon that cursed Thursday Next- This Eyre affair, so surprising, gives my soul such loath despising, Here I plot my temper rising, rising from my jail of text. “Get me out!” I said, advising, “Pluck me from this jail of text- or I swear I’ll wring your neck!
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Is John Motson still wearing his shepherdskin coat?
