Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton Quotes
It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents - except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.
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Yes, sometimes I think that all my writing is nothing more than the compensatory work of a frustrated painter.
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The biggest critics of my books are people who never read them.
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Let not the 12 million Negroes be ashamed of the fact that they are the grandchildren of slaves. There is dishonor in being slave-owners.
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Ecuador has never stated flatly that it would give asylum to Edward Snowden.
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I'd love to do another 'Indiana Jones.' A character that has a history and a potential, kind of a rollicking good movie ride for the audience, Steven Spielberg as a director - what's not to like?
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It could have been worse. I could have been born black.
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I wanted to talk about my life. There is so much. I was 18 when I made the record, and I had a lot to say.
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God has pity on kindergarten children.
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Justice is indivisible. You can't decide who gets civil rights and who doesn't.
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We've had crooks from the beginning of time... it's always very interesting and troubling why good people do bad things.
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forgive me also that I didn't fight like Lord Byron for the happiness of captive peoples that I watched only risings of the moon and museums
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It's all right letting yourself go, as long as you can get yourself back.
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The mayor of Newark, N.J. wants to set up a citywide program to improve residents' health. The health care program would consist of a bus ticket out of Newark.
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I have always thought that what is needed is the development of people who are interested not in being leaders as much as in developing leadership in others.
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He particularly liked about making students safe for ideas, not ideas safe for students.
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What induces a child to learn but his delight in knowing?
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I live in Brick Towers, a public housing project in Newark's Central Ward. I moved in when the projects were privately owned by a man who the residents and I believed was a grade A slumlord.
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The regenerating Spirit is compared to the wind. His first attempts on the soul may be so secret that the creature knows not whence they come, or whither they tend; but, before he hath done, the sound will be heard throughout the soul.
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In the sleepless dark, all things are possible, the worst most likely, all darkness visible. There he lay, as near as comfort, as far as the other side of death, silent and far away in sleep.
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It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents - except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.
