Pablo Neruda Quotes
From scarlet to powdered gold, to blazing yellow, to the rare ashen emerald, to the orange and black velvet of your shimmering corselet, out to the tip that like an amber thorn begins you, small, superlative being, you are a miracle, and you blaze
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As many of you know I travel a good bit and do not get to see my friends and family as much as I would like.
Natalie Gulbis
I am insecure. If you ask me, everybody is.
Kate Winslet
I can clearly trace my passion for reading back to the Jonesboro, Georgia, library, where for the first time in my life I had access to what seemed like an unlimited supply of books. This was where I discovered 'Encyclopedia Brown' and 'Nancy Drew,' 'Gone With the Wind' and 'Rebecca.' This was where I became inspired to be a writer.
Karin Slaughter
It is a myth of publishers that people want to read easy things.
Umberto Eco
I've done all the table reads for Johnny Depp as Jack Sparrow for all the pirate movies, because he's just been doing other stuff, and I just love the whole Jack Sparrow thing he's got going on; it is just genius, and I just think he has so much fun with it.
Owain Yeoman
Yes, I suffer terribly from depression. I have to work at being happy, it's not my natural instinct. My natural instinct is, if something wonderful happens, to throw water in my own face.
Fannie Flagg
I am here to accept responsibility for that which I did. I will not accept responsibility for that which I did not do.
Oliver North
Women are all the same; we want to be smaller in the waist, longer legs, slimmer. I design for women and their defects, to make them better.
Donatella Versace
Sometimes I think I need to get crazy. Go to Vegas.
Chris Pine
'Black Hole Sun' was written in a car when I was driving home from the studio one night. Pretty much everything that you hear was written in my head.
Chris Cornell
Soundgarden
My hair is extremely dry and fragile, so moisture is key. I love black castor oil, shea butter, and lots of water.
Philomena Kwao
From scarlet to powdered gold, to blazing yellow, to the rare ashen emerald, to the orange and black velvet of your shimmering corselet, out to the tip that like an amber thorn begins you, small, superlative being, you are a miracle, and you blaze
Pablo Neruda
