Edward Bunker Quotes
But the human mind, when it reaches the bottom of the abyss, must bounce back or disintegrate entirely.
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Work builds and refines character, creates beauty, and is the instrument of our service to one another and to God.
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I never look at a high point in my career. Everyone thinks about the Spinks fight, but that fight only lasted 91 seconds, so it's hard to say it defined my career.
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Money is a good servant, a dangerous master.
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Some men have sighed over the abduction of their wives, but many more have sighed because no one wanted to abduct theirs.
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In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration: - feelings, too, Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps, As have no slight or trivial influence On that best portion of a good man's life, His little, nameless, unremembered acts Of kindness and of love.
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There was no wind; there was no passing shadow on the deep shade of the night; there was no noise. The city lay behind him, lighted here and there, and starry worlds were hidden by the masonry of spire and roof that hardly made out any shapes against the sky. Dark and lonely distance lay around him everywhere, and the clocks were faintly striking two.
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He that revels in a well-chosen library, has innumerable dishes, and all of admirable flavour.
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There's too many good musicians around for the music around for the business to be sagging.
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When the audition for 'Cats' came up, even though I'd been making pop records, it felt like something I was attracted to.
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If you feel tired midway through, give Neil Patrick Harris a Red Bull and throw some sheet music at him.
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Sometimes you sacrifice too much. You find yourself out on a limb and not knowing really quite how to get back down the tree. But it’s the space that you’re in because you have taken the risk. I’m not unaware of the sacrifices and, at times, whom your compassion hurts. It’s not all moving in one direction. It’s complicated, as the work is complicated.
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All the efforts of the human mind cannot exhaust the essence of a single fly.
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Maybe physical intimacy isn't always about touching. Maybe it's also about being able to sit next to someone at dinner and not care if he takes something off your plate or reaches across you for the salt. Maybe it's about being able to sprawl out on the floor and read a book in the same room with someone who's grading papers and muttering about 'incompetent boobs who couldn't write a good paper if their lives depended on it.' Maybe it's about sharing the same space with another person and not going fucking crazy because you can't get away from them. That's it, I guess: true intimacy is really just the run of the mill, day to day stuff that happens without thinking—thousands of simple, meaningless, comfortable ways you can be close to someone, never dreaming how shitty you'll feel when you wake up one morning with all of it gone.
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But the human mind, when it reaches the bottom of the abyss, must bounce back or disintegrate entirely.
