Walter Cronkite Quotes
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What the Pope thinks of being gay does not matter to the world. It matters to the people who like the Pope and follow the Pope... It is not a reflection of all religious people.
Lady Gaga
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I hope that my painting has the impact of giving someone, as it did me, the feeling of his own totality, of his own separateness, of his own individuality.
Barnett Newman
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I guess I am a rapper. It's weird to be called that, or tell someone that's your profession.
Action Bronson
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You're on your own with the book. And while you are writing fiction, you're spending all this time with people who don't actually exist, which is just madness.
Irvine Welsh
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No action is without its side effects.
Barry Commoner
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I had always wanted to write a song called, The Vicious Circle. I always thought it was like, the kids are born there, they grow up there, they die there.
Mac Davis
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When we were together, I loved you deeply and you gave me so much happiness I can never repay you.
Arthur Ashe
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I know I'm searching for something Something so undefined That it can only be seen By the eyes of the blind In the middle of the night.
Billy Joel
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Senator Kerry voted to undermine the troops in the field, and that is not only inexcusable, it is reprehensible.
John Ensign
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We moved into the back, made it into a little 50s sitting room and started to sell the records. We had an immediate success. For one thing, these Teddy Boys were thrilled to buy the records.
Vivienne Westwood
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If you want to believe that humans walked with dinosaurs and the planet is a few thousand years old, that is absolutely fine with me. If you want to teach this to your kids, I don't care. If states want to teach creationism in their schools, there is nothing I can do about it, so I don't sweat it.
Henry Rollins
Black Flag
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Lyric night of the lingering Indian Summer, Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing, Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects, Ceaseless, insistent. The grasshopper's horn, and far-off, high in the maples, The wheel of a locust leisurely grinding the silence Under a moon waning and worn, broken, Tired with summer.
Sara Teasdale
