Allison Williams Quotes
My mom has beautiful eyes, and I inherited a lot of her rituals, accentuating eyes.
Allison Williams
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I don't know what other people are like, I haven't been able to crawl inside anybody else.
Iris DeMent
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America is essentially an entrepreneurial culture: the sizzle is the steak, because, after all, if you buy the sizzle, the steak comes with it. Canada's, in contrast, is a primary-producing culture: we'll buy the steak and hope to get a little sizzle with it. But we know we can't eat sizzle.
Wayne Grady
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We served on the editorial board of a literary monthly called Face in 1968 and 1969. He was a young writer, and I was also interested in broad cultural issues. We agreed on all major issues and became friends.
Vaclav Klaus
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I remember clearly, when I was about 4, my Aunt Linda said, 'I'm not babysitting him no more. He's bad.' It was one of the first conscious shifts I remember making. I decided, 'I'm going to be good now.'
Mahershala Ali
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I would describe my look as 'ladylike rock chick.'
Felicity Jones
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To appear on the stage drunk, to have them leave there and remember me making drunken mistakes, that was death.
Sammy Davis, Jr.
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I think I was 9, and my mom ordered them for me from a catalogue. They bred like crazy, and I was selling gerbils all around Michigan. They wrote a story about me in the local newspaper.
K. A. Applegate
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My mom is proud of me. But she might not be too happy about the hours I keep or how little I eat. I wake up so late that it would be inappropriate to have breakfast. At most, I will have a snack in the day and dinner. I realize that it's not the healthiest way to live, but it's all I really have time for.
Aaron Levie
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My first big job was an Abercrombie &Fitch campaign. But my mom wouldn't let me skip school for it, so I missed half of the shoot. When we got there, we realized Bruce Weber was the photographer; we knew we had made a mistake!
Lauren Bush
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Love won't be tampered with, love won't go away. Push it to one side and it creeps to the other. Throw it in the garbage and it springs up clean. Try to root it out and it only flourishes. Love is a weed, a dandelion that you poison from your heart. The taproots wait. The seeds blow off, ticklish, into a part of the yard you didn't spray. And one day, though you worked, though you prodded out each spiky leaf, you lift your eyes and dozens of fat golden faces bob in the grass.
Louise Erdrich
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We are yet to have a conscience at all about the exploitation of human cultures.
Arthur Erickson
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My mom has beautiful eyes, and I inherited a lot of her rituals, accentuating eyes.
Allison Williams