Allen Tate Quotes
I thought I heard the dark pounding its head On a rock, crying: Who are the dead?
Allen Tate
Quotes to Explore
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We treated all of the dead with dignity.
Harry Anderson
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It's never easy with characters in these dark and grave circumstances but that's my job.
Patricia Clarkson
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In a real dark night of the soul, it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
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To be hopeful, to embrace one possibility after another that is surely the basic instinct - crying out: High tide! Time to move out into the glorious debris. Time to take this life for what it is!
Barbara Kingsolver
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Most of modern rock and roll is a product of guilt.
Captain Beefheart
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A dark house is always an unhealthy house, always an ill-aired house, always a dirty house. Want of light stops growth and promotes scrofula, rickets, etc., among the children. People lose their health in a dark house, and if they get ill, they cannot get well again in it.
Florence Nightingale
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Rap is something you can just throw on the skillet and fry up real quick. That's how it comes to me, my train of thought. It's like getting dressed - I don't have to sit down and stare at clothes, I just pick what I like and put it on. But rock, you gotta put it in the oven and let it bake.
Bobby Ray Simmons Jr.
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You have an hour and a half or two hours - maybe two and a half hours - in a movie, and it has to be a self-contained three-act structure. It's like a rock and roll song. Certain things have to happen for it to be a toe-tapper and get people excited, leaving the theater.
Jon Favreau
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Her fading voice was the one I heard the loudest.
Benjamin Alire Saenz
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The Rilo Kiley song 'A Better Son/Daughter' is my most requested song - especially for people who are at the age I was when I wrote it. It's sort of a mid-twenties lament.
Jenny Lewis
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To some people, I may seem calm. But if you could peer beneath the surface, you would see that I'm like a duck--paddling, paddling, paddling.
Scott Stossel
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I thought I heard the dark pounding its head On a rock, crying: Who are the dead?
Allen Tate