Ed McBain Quotes
The widow of Michael Reardon was a full‐breasted woman in her late thirties. She had dark hair and green eyes, and an Irish nose spattered with a clichéful of freckles. She had a face for merry‐go‐rounds and roller coaster rides, a face that could split in laughter and girlish glee when water was splashed on her at the seashore. She was a girl who could get drunk sniffing the vermouth cork before it was passed over a martini. She was a girl who went to church on Sundays, a girl who’d belonged to the Newman Club when she was younger, a girl who was a virgin two days after Mike.
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There was the time I bought three cars in the span of three or four weeks. It was crazy; it wasn't greedy. It was mine, my girl's, my mom's. I got Benzes for my ladies. But I felt crazy. You have to understand I come from a world where we're very modest. But that's not greedy. That's nice, right?
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Curves are the essence of my work because they are the essence of Brazil, pure and simple.
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I really like funny women. I'm drawn to women like Tina Fey and Amy Poehler and Kristen Wiig, Amy Schumer. They're writers, they're producers, they're actresses. They're brilliant, funny, excellent women.
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We believe in funding family planning because it helps to prevent unintended pregnancy. We believe that a woman considering an abortion should not be forced to have an ultrasound against her will.
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Verse in itself does not constitute poetry. Verse is only an elegant vestment for a beautiful form. Poetry can express itself in prose, but it does so more perfectly under the grace and majesty of verse. It is poetry of soul that inspires noble sentiments and noble actions as well as noble writings.
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I've programmed myself musically to come up with love-feeling tracks that are romantic, sexy, but classy, all in one. And that's the challenge. Once I create that music, then the lyrical content starts to come - you know, the stories and things like that.
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If you don't ponder the end of the world on a regular basis, I don't think you're really human.
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Being gay myself, I'm naturally drawn to the interactions between men rather than men and women.
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I stand for freedom of expression, doing what you believe in, and going after your dreams.
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Virtual reality is inevitably going to become mainstream - it's only a question of how good it needs to be before the mainstream is willing to use it.
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I enjoy making films, but my heart is in the stage. Every night you have to be on. There's no second take.
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I'm just going to do me; I'm not trying to do the Eminem thing, the D12 thing or the 50 thing.
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I continued to suffer from anxiety and obsessive thoughts, although the thoughts stopped centering on hell. I moved into an ashram called the Himalayan Institute after college and studied meditation, which made an enormous difference.
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I'm not sought after. I never get enough work. It's the history of my career. There just isn't anything to turn down, let me put it that way.
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Nobody's gonna care about your stuff the way you do.
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If you have a job without any aggravations, you don't have a job.
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I've had this underlying need to go to a place and meet people who are on the other end of the portion of my tax money that goes to fund the U.S. and other militaries.
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It didn't take long to recognise the shortcomings of the Soviet regime and to see the values of the free world.
Garry Kasparov
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Let me buy a security pass … so that they can scan me and and search me and measure my penis, then let me get on the plane.
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“Oh, dear.” Free looked down, fluttering her eyelashes demurely. “Is my punctuation showing once more?
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Narcissism and self-deception are survival mechanisms without which many of us might just jump off a bridge.
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Hey, I think comic actors are the best actors.
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It is the tuning of the universe... It's as if at the beginning of the symphony God turns up the volume just a tiny bit.
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The widow of Michael Reardon was a full‐breasted woman in her late thirties. She had dark hair and green eyes, and an Irish nose spattered with a clichéful of freckles. She had a face for merry‐go‐rounds and roller coaster rides, a face that could split in laughter and girlish glee when water was splashed on her at the seashore. She was a girl who could get drunk sniffing the vermouth cork before it was passed over a martini. She was a girl who went to church on Sundays, a girl who’d belonged to the Newman Club when she was younger, a girl who was a virgin two days after Mike.
