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I was a dispatcher, flat-tire fixer, changed the oil, fixed the fan belts. There was nothing too good for me.
Manuel Moroun
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I've been busy for years, buying land, often under pseudonyms, and planting trees on it. All the money is going into it when I die - and in the end I'd like to think that it will be 20 to 30,000 acres.
Felix Dennis
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If I was a bajillionaire, I would spend a lot of time at Barneys just buying all kinds of great things all the time. I would have so many black cashmeres it would be out of control. I like the way nice things feel very much.
Natasha Lyonne
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Whether it's backing up or starting, I have the confidence to go out there and do good, so I'm gonna play my role.
Zach LaVine
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Falling in love is the best way to kill your heart because then it's not yours anymore. It's laid in a coffin, waiting to be cremated.
Ville Valo
HIM
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In the early part of the '60s I was influenced by the Ventures.
Carl Wilson
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There were 100 intellectual reasons not to pursue 'Wicked.' There were times where it was very challenging, where the mind said, 'This is maybe too challenging,' but the heart willed it. The heart willed it to succeed.
Marc Platt
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Be passionate. Be courageous. Be your best.
Gabrielle Giffords
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When one becomes for an instant one's former self, that is to say different from what one has been for some time past, one's sensibility, being no longer dulled by habit, receives from the slightest stimulus vivid impressions which make everything that has preceded them fade into insignificance, impressions to which, because of their intensity, we attach ourselves with the momentary enthusiasm of a drunkard.
Marcel Proust
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Shhhh gyal wine and flex
Shhhh tell dem seh a yuh a di best
Yuh look better gyal
Yuh look better
Show dem your move gyal
Show dem your move
Christophe Le Friant
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We are always in the place of beginning; there is no advance in infinity.
Northrop Frye
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