Anita Diamant Quotes
It is terrible how much has been forgotten, which is why, I suppose, remembering seems a holy thing.
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An artist is born like a priest is born. If they are born an artist, I would tell them art is not a game: it is something very serious which completely requires everything you have to give.
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When I come home and I'm tired from filming all day, I expect her to be there and make sure everything is cool for me. You know, like drawing my bath and helping me into bed.
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Daft Punk wouldn't have normally fit into anything that was pop on the radio, but they just did it.
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When I grow up I wanna be like Omar
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What about putting Christ back into Christmas? It is simply not necessary. Christ has never left Christmas.
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The problem of a painting is physical and metaphysical, the same as I think life is physical and metaphysical.
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Humanity takes itself too seriously. It is the world's original sin. If the cave-man had known how to laugh, History would have been different.
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Wives of ballplayers, when they teach their children their prayers, should instruct them to say: God bless mommy, God bless daddy, and God bless Babe Ruth! He's upped daddy's paycheck by 15 to 40 percent!
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Well, I won't give up on us, Even if the skies get rough I'm giving you all my love, I'm still looking up
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It's nice when little teams win.
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Any virus that's been sequenced today - that genome can be made.
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People deserve to see a governor who is hustling every day.
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The ideal condition would be, I admit, that men should be right by instinct; but since we are all likely to go astray, The reasonable thing is to learn from those who can teach.
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As a young man, I felt a need to communicate with somebody or something, but it seemed in my own particular environment that that wasn't an option. On the other hand, I probably lacked the courage to do so, even if it was an option.
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If we studied birds, maybe we could learn to be free.
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Life has loveliness to sell, Music like a curve of gold, Scent of pine trees in the rain, Eyes that love you, arms that hold, And for your spirit's still delight, Holy thoughts that star the night.
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It is terrible how much has been forgotten, which is why, I suppose, remembering seems a holy thing.
