Lewis Carroll Quotes
The pictures, with their ruddy light, Are changed to dust and ashes white, And I am left alone with night.
Lewis Carroll
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I'll never forget one morning I walked in and I had a hell of a bruise - it had been a difficult night the night before - and a client said to me, 'Good God, Vidal, what happened to your face?' And I said, 'Oh, nothing, madam, I just fell over a hairpin.'
Vidal Sassoon
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The thing I like about baseball is that it's one-on-one. You stand up there alone, and if you make a mistake, it's your mistake. If you hit a home run, it's your home run.
Hank Aaron
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The snow goose need not bathe to make itself white. Neither need you do anything but be yourself.
Lao Tzu
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As a hockey player, playing for an Original Six team at Madison Square Garden, where it's packed every night, there's nothing like it.
Carl Hagelin
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You know what it's like to feel anxious - it's horrible feeling anxious. It's stressful having that feeling, having butterflies in your stomach, even for a day, and you don't sleep at night.
Damian Lewis
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You have to understand that while I pre-plot the meta story of a given book, I often have no idea of what will happen on the next page, let alone the next chapter. That's what makes it fun for me; I write the books the same way many people read them.
R. A. Salvatore
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I discovered Boulder not through cycling but skiing. I was recruited by the university for the ski team, and in my opinion, it's the best place for skiing - you have this super-light, fluffy champagne snow.
Tyler Hamilton
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People talk of Pablo Picasso as the leader of the Cubists but, strictly speaking, he is no longer a Cubist. Today he is a Cubist, tomorrow he will be something else. The only true Cubists are Gleizes and Metzinger.
Marcel Duchamp
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It doesn't require much thought for one to realise that any travel book worthy of the name has to be a departure from the standard idea of the form.
Geoff Dyer
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What is Freedom? - ye can tell That which slavery is, too well - For its very name has grown To an echo of your own.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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The pictures, with their ruddy light, Are changed to dust and ashes white, And I am left alone with night.
Lewis Carroll