Ethan Gilsdorf Quotes
A stunning meditation on the power of escape, and on the cat-and-mouse contest the self plays to deflect its own guilt.
Ethan Gilsdorf
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In real life, I'm polite and nice all the time. It's fun to play people who aren't. It's escapism.
Rachel Weisz
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I began visiting Lima's prisons back in 2007, when my first novel, 'Lost City Radio,' was published in Peru.
Daniel Alarcon
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I'll promise to go easier on drinking and to get to bed earlier, but not for you, fifty thousand dollars, or two-hundred and fifty thousand dollars will I give up women. They're too much fun.
Babe Ruth
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The world is all gates, all opportunities, strings of tension waiting to be struck.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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My kids always say to me, 'Can we watch TV?' I say, 'Absolutely!' because then I can get something done. But then they say, and I wait for it, 'But can you watch with us?' My moment of freedom vanishes. So not only do I not think TV's that great and I hate sitting in front of it, but I have to with them.
Natascha McElhone
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All achievements, all earned riches, have their beginning in an idea.
Napoleon Hill
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No great work has ever been produced except after a long interval of still and musing meditation.
Walter Bagehot
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There tend to be two different drives that lead young people toward music. One is that music provides an escape; it takes you away from the unhappiness or torture of where you are and makes you feel less alienated-you believe there is a place you fit in somewhere else. The other is a sort of transcendent, spiritual feeling in the purity of music.
Michael Stipe
R.E.M.
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Words really flattering are not those which we prepare but those which escape us unthinkingly.
Ninon de L'Enclos
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I am walking home from school slowly, playing a game in which it's forbidden to step on the cracks between the slabstone squares of the pavement. The sun is playing its game of lines and shadows. Nothing happens. There is nothing but this moment, in which I am walking toward home, walking in time. But suddenly, time pierces me with its sadness. This moment will not last. With every step I take, a sliver of time vanishes. Soon, I'll be home, and then this, this nowness will be the past, I think, and time seems to escape behind me, like an invisible current being sucked into an invisible vortex. How can this be, that this fullness, this me on the street, this moment which is perfectly abundant, will be gone? It's like that time I broke a large porcelain doll and no matter how much I wished it back to wholeness, it lay there on the floor in pieces. I can't do anything about this backward tug either. How many moments do I have in life? I hear my own breathing: with every breath, I am closer to death. I slow down my steps: I'm not home yet, but soon I will be, now I am much closer, but not yet… not yet… not yet… Remember this, I command myself, as if that way I could make some of it stay. When you're grown up, you'll remember this. And you'll remember how you told yourself to remember.
Eva Hoffman
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The first time I ever screamed at someone was in a scene, and I'd never screamed at someone in my life.
Neve Campbell
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A stunning meditation on the power of escape, and on the cat-and-mouse contest the self plays to deflect its own guilt.
Ethan Gilsdorf
