Lord Byron Quotes
O thou beautiful And unimaginable ether! and Ye multiplying masses of increased And still increasing lights! what are ye? what Is this blue wilderness of interminable Air, where ye roll along, as I have seen The leaves along the limpid streams of Eden? Is your course measur'd for ye? Or do ye Sweep on in your unbounded revelry Through an aerial universe of endless Expansion,--at which my soul aches to think,-- Intoxicated with eternity.
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People go to movies on Saturday to get away from the war in Iraq and taxes and election news and pedophiles online and just go and have some fun. I like doing movies that are fun.
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Be a good-looking corpse. Leave a good-looking tattoo.
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Creating things sometimes is difficult.
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If faith produce no works, I see That faith is not a living tree. Thus faith and works together grow, No separate life they never can know. They're soul and body, hand and heart, What God hath joined, let no man part.
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I don't know how to ground myself without the other actor present.
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You always need that spark of imagination. Sometimes I'm midway through a book before it happens. However, I don't wait for the muse to descend, I sit down every day and I work when I'm not delivering lambs on the farm.
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I can paint in jail.
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Initially, it would bother me when filmmakers, script writers, dialogue writers and choreographers tried to recreate a bit of my dad though me.
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We legitimately walked into 'Anthem' head-on, not paying enough attention to internal band tension.
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Period drama is such a huge umbrella term: it seems to cover everything from Claudius to something from the 1920s.
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Rand Paul does not like being compared to his father Ron any more than sons named Bush like to dance in their father's shadow, but the crucial difference is that while the Bushes all hail from the relative mainstream of the GOP, the Pauls have an ideological tributary virtually to themselves.
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As soon as I start reading, drawing comes to me more easily. I find I work in my sketchbooks more. But if I'm working on a new show, my reading completely stops except when I'm on a plane. I take a stack of New Yorkers with me. I feel awful about those stacks of New Yorkers.
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I like being active and riding a bike around my neighborhood and exercising when I can.
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When you live in a condo complex with people next door, I don't know how you can be dead for four months without anybody noticing you not coming and going.
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In an unconstitutional partnership with the state, the church can impose the most irresistible, if covert, controls conceivable.
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Every sentence spoken by Napoleon, and every line of his writing, deserves reading, as it is the sense of France.
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I never had little brothers, so I was totally not used to hearing a lot of cussing at a young age! I learned what 'pull my finger' meant the hard way.
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Hemingway's minimalism is based on the psychological mechanics of repression. An echo of his approach can be detected in a favorite trope of 1980s minimalists: a pattern of reference to dire secrets and hidden wounds these authors didn't realize they were supposed to have imagined.
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Our show is about starting over.
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Moralities and religions are the principal means by which one can make whatever one wishes out of man, provided one possesses a superfluity of creative forces and can assert one's will over long periods of time - in the form of legislation and customs.
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You're more than another, there could never be another. To make you feel the way you do.Ohh, we just get closer. I'd fall in love all over. Every time I look at you.I don't know where I'd be, without you here with me.Life with you makes perfect sense, my best friend.
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There's never a lot of Brazillian football played in these games.
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Without consciousness and intelligence, the universe would lack meaning.
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O thou beautiful And unimaginable ether! and Ye multiplying masses of increased And still increasing lights! what are ye? what Is this blue wilderness of interminable Air, where ye roll along, as I have seen The leaves along the limpid streams of Eden? Is your course measur'd for ye? Or do ye Sweep on in your unbounded revelry Through an aerial universe of endless Expansion,--at which my soul aches to think,-- Intoxicated with eternity.
