Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton Quotes
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Well, I just hope we can have peace, and I hope it'll do some good.
Samantha Smith
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With all the chaos, pain and suffering in the world, the fact that my adoption of a child from who was living in an orphanage, you know, was the number one story for a week in the world. To me, that says more about our inability to focus on the real problems.
Madonna
Breakfast Club
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For a man, there's a big responsibility that comes with having a boy because men are made by their fathers. If you've got a good productive man around it's better. I have such a close relationship with my dad and that responsibility to produce a good man is something I think about.
Rafe Spall
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I think film cannot only teleport you to places you don't know, but it can help you see people you thought were one way and in fact are another. They can allow us to examine ourselves.
Taylor Sheridan
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Nine times out of ten, in the arts as in life, there is actually no truth to be discovered; there is only error to be exposed.
H. L. Mencken
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It should not be the government running the economy.
Quico Canseco
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The work of creation is never without travail
T. S. Eliot
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What the White man had won with so much blood and dishonesty was not the living land of the Red man, but the corpse of that land. It was decay that the White man won. It would turn to dust in his hands, Alvin knew it.
Orson Scott Card
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Mama was a looker,Lord, how she shined.Papa was a good'n,But the jealous kind.Papa loved Mama;Mama loved men.Mama's in the graveyard;Papa's in the pen.
Garth Brooks
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Indeed I do and I admire it. I am a practicing Catholic.
Anthony Kennedy
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The proletariat must seize state power in order to destroy the existing bourgeois state apparatus and, in a first phase, replace it with a quite different, proletarian, state apparatus, then in later phases set in motion a radical process, that of the destruction of the state.
Louis Althusser
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At the best of times his face was unreadable. Now his face was a book written in a language long forgotten, in an alphabet unimagined. Silas wrapped the shadows around him like a blanket, and stared after the way the boy had gone, and did not move to follow.
Neil Gaiman
