Kiersten White Quotes
Plus as she put it, Prince Eric was far too hairy and peach colored for her taste. I always thought he was pretty hott, but then again, I am a mammal.
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We are slaves to whatever we don't understand.
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I'm Australian! How much more alpha can you get?
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We are a pluralist civilisation because we allow mosques to be built in our countries, and we are not going to stop simply because Christian missionaries are thrown into prison in Kabul. If we did so, we, too, would become Taliban.
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Every child, woman and man has a right to enough nutritious food for an active and healthy life.
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I will never be a fan of any kind of political correctness: I think it's instant death to creativity.
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I'm only a human being.
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The interesting thing about history sometimes. is that you know these people existed, and you knew what jobs they did, but you don't know much about them as people, so you actually have to make them up.
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Age can be wonderful for red wine, but not for spacecraft.
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It was like being high when you reach those high notes.
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I told the guys that something good would come of this. We worked our butts off.
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If you are worried or afraid of anything, there is something in your mental attitude that needs correction.
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The way you give love is the most profoundly human part of you. When people say it's ugly or a perversion or an abomination, they're attacking the center of your being.
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I don't like being scored on, to be honest with you. I'd rather beat you 21-3 than 100-75, because I just don't like being scored on.
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Long ago I realized that no other person would be to me what you are.
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Democracy is not a state in which people act like sheep.
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What gives me the most hope every day is God's grace; knowing that his grace is going to give me the strength for whatever I face, knowing that nothing is a surprise to God.
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I vow to you I am as clean as a Cherub. Would you like a taste?
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To be a poet is to have an appetite for a certain anxiety which, when tasted among the swirling sum of things existent or forfeit, causes, as the taste dies, joy.
