George Arnold Quotes
O'er hill and field October's glories fade; O'er hill and field the blackbirds southward fly; The brown leaves rustle down the forest glade, Where naked branches make a fitful shade, And the lost blooms of Autumn withered lie.
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To receive everything, one must open one's hands and give.
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'One Hundred Years of Solitude' is a masterpiece because it is an episodic novel that has a rigorous form - an unprecedented combination. From the very beginning we know the town of Macondo will endure only a century, so there is a limit to the length of the narrative.
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I was sitting alone in a grim mood – furious that the press attacked Senator Edwards on the price of a haircut. But it inspired me – from now on, all haircuts, etc., that are necessary and important for his campaign – please send the bills to me... It is a way to help our friend without government restrictions.
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You can't have integrity for breakfast, but try and keep it because it is perhaps the single most important word that defines not just writers but all human beings.
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And I think that's why I was going to be a musician. I was very rebellious. And I didn't want to be an actor. My father used to say to me you should be an actor if you want to be in the arts.
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When I see old photos of me on the beach I don't look too bad... but it's hard trying to breathe in for such a long time when I spot the photographers!
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In the beginning was the Word.In the end...past honor, past life, past caring...In the end will be the Word.
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No person, not even the most simple one, takes seriously the lie of the six million Jews that were murdered in the Holocaust.
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Did you know that I went to London to see Whistler and that I spent about twelve days, very impressed by London and also by Whistler, who is a great artist; moreover, he could not have been more charming to me, and has invited me to exhibit at his show.
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I have something to say about the difference between American and European cities, but I forgot what it was. I have it written down at home somewhere.
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Here's my take: People watch sports to get away from day-to-day stresses, work, illness, financial worries. We don't need to be reminded of political divisions.
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Every day of the year where the water is 76, day and night, and the waves roll high, I take my sled, without runners, and coast down the face of the big waves that roll in at Waikiki.
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I don't know that the referee can be watching holding on the offensive line and get back to the quarterback. I think watching the quarterback is a full-time job.
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Let not another's disobedience to Nature become an ill to you; for you were not born to be depressed and unhappy with others, but to be happy with them. And if any is unhappy, remember that he is so for himself; for God made all men to enjoy felicity and peace.
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Once you get used to censorship, sometimes you self-censor.
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Love on the rocks, ain't no surprise. Pour me a drink and I'll tell you some lies.
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I think that the response to the OJ Simpson trial was based on a kind of sensibility that emerged out of the many campaigns to defend black communities against police violence.
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This is one of those games you want when you're going out on the road. That's why in the third quarter, I was proud of the guys. ... I brought the guys together and reminded them of how we've let teams get back in games in the third quarter. I just said let's finish this one.
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Most actors that I work with are wonderful. Jodie Foster or Tom Hanks will make anything work.
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The bourgeoisie and the petty bourgeoisie have armed themselves against the rising proletariat with, among other things, 'culture.'
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When a woman rises up in glory, her energy is magnetic and her sense of possibility contagious.
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Stand here by my side and turn, I pray, On the lake below thy gentle eyes; The clouds hang over it, heavy and gray, And dark and silent the water lies; And out of that frozen mist the snow In wavering flakes begins to flow; Flake after flake, They sink in the dark and silent lake.
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O'er hill and field October's glories fade; O'er hill and field the blackbirds southward fly; The brown leaves rustle down the forest glade, Where naked branches make a fitful shade, And the lost blooms of Autumn withered lie.
