Edwina Currie Quotes
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You know, most people, they want to go to Hollywood. They want to be a star. They want to be a rock star. That thought never entered any of our minds, the Van Halen family.
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Her name was called Lady Helena Herring and her age was 25 and she mated well with the earl.
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Culturally, the arts of Puerto Rico is really unmatched by any other island.
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The truth sustains me.
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I think tripe is maligned. It's wonderful stuff, but everyone goes 'urgh.' You have to wash and then cook it, very gently braise it, for eight hours. It uplifts you but steadies you at the same time.
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I will always have two regrets. I don't have a presence in London, and I would have liked to have done more work in the Middle East.
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There are two types of poets: People who write poetically about their lives, and poets that live poetically and write about it.
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There is something I like about talking to journalists that really goes beyond promotion because you aren't just talking to the journalist, but you are talking through them to people who presumably are fans of the Rolling Stones. The interviews give you a chance to say a few things and maybe clear up some of the things people read about the band.
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And you must tell the child the legends I told you - as my mother told them to me and her mother to her. You must tell the fairy tales of the old country. You must tell of those not of the earth who live forever in the hearts of the people.
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I don't think that anyone can age in a conscious way and not experience grief.
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People wander about what you are pursuing. You have to explain about the thread.
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Star Wars is one of a handful of films that changed the zeitgeist forever.
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I want to reclaim who I am.
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Broccoli gets such a bad rap. This is perplexing to those of us who love that green, treelike, stalky vegetable.
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It's all in God's hands.
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I have to remind my dad, 'Journalists - no matter how many cigars they smoke with you - are not your friends, so don't talk to them.'
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We make our own whiskey and our own smoke, too. Ain't too many things these ole boys can't do.
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There's no smoke without mud being flung around.
