Eva Ibbotson Quotes
It was a heavenly summer, the summer in which France fell and the British Expeditionary Force was evacuated from Dunkirk. Leaves were never such an intense and iridescent green; sunlight glinted on flower-studded meadows as the Germans encircled the Maginot Line and overran not only France but Belgium and Holland. Birdsong filled the air in the lull between bursts of gunfire and accompanied the fleeing refugees who blocked the roads. It was as though the weather was preparing a glorious requiem for the death of Europe.
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There ought to be more grants that go to people in their late twenties and early thirties. That's a crucial age, although it's very hard to judge who is worth supporting and who is not. Looking back on my own life, I see that was the period when I was closest to giving up as a novelist and when I most needed some encouragement.
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My favorite car is a '69 Barracuda.
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If I were to explore music, I'd want to just focus on that and make that my priority.
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We are quick to stick labels on others - especially those who don't fit in with the norm. 'Harold Fry' is about a broken marriage; 'Perfect' is about a broken person. They are both about finding kindness where you least expect it.
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I'm enslaved to writing to the point where I sacrifice almost everything else.
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The U.S. routinely ranks lower than other countries in health outcomes such as infant mortality.
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A true champion will fight through anything.
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I'm fascinated by the people I grew up with and the mistakes I made - and God, I have screwed up. I like writing about where it all went off course.
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To see for themselves what the United States has been willing to undertake in the name of freedom. We should all visit Normandy. We should pay homage to those brave Americans who stormed ashore at Omaha Beach and gave their lives for the freedom of others.
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It's about players making choices as they play, and then dealing with the consequences of those choices. It's about you telling your story, not me telling mine. It's about you.
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When I go to a concert, I can't help but feel happy and everything else just goes away. I hope everyone feels that way at my concerts.
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Back in 2005-2006 when Tudou and Youku were founded, we saw the inflection point with the opportunity to build the leading PC-based video website.
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I'm just living my life, and I'm not gonna live my life for other people.
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We talk about issues, but I'm not his adviser, I'm his wife... I find that it's really best not to give your spouse a lot of advice. I don't want a lot of advice from him.
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BULLSHIT. Have you _looked_ at the patches you are talking about? You should have - several of them bear your name. ... As it is, the patches are COMPLETE AND UTTER GARBAGE. ... WHAT THE F*CK IS GOING ON?
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Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets.
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You ask 'What is life?' That is the same as asking 'What is a carrot?' A carrot is a carrot and we know nothing more.
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Beard's secret is always to be slightly on the edge but to pull back from disaster at the last minute.
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History does not long entrust the care of freedom to the weak or the timid.
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When she was in United States, we maintained contact, we talked to each other on the phone, almost every night. And there was one occasion I tried to fix this video conferencing but somehow it did not come out very well enough so better to talk on the phone.
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I think death is just a transition to another state of consciousness.
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After the first proof of 'Sphere Spirals' my high expectations were, as always, greatly disappointed. I am now struggling on - with some feeling of despair - so that I at least achieve a passable result.
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Et à quoi bon exécuter des projets, puisque le projet est en lui-même une jouissance suffisante?
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It was a heavenly summer, the summer in which France fell and the British Expeditionary Force was evacuated from Dunkirk. Leaves were never such an intense and iridescent green; sunlight glinted on flower-studded meadows as the Germans encircled the Maginot Line and overran not only France but Belgium and Holland. Birdsong filled the air in the lull between bursts of gunfire and accompanied the fleeing refugees who blocked the roads. It was as though the weather was preparing a glorious requiem for the death of Europe.
