Anna Akhmatova Quotes
The sand as white as old bones, the pine trees strangely red where the sun comes down. I cannot say if it is our love, or the day, that is ending.
Anna Akhmatova
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I would very much like to become a best-selling author.
Manuel Puig
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I became a novelist because of 'Gone With the Wind,' or more precisely, my mother raised me up to be a 'Southern' novelist, with a strong emphasis on the word 'Southern' because 'Gone With the Wind' set my mother's imagination ablaze when she was a young girl growing up in Atlanta.
Pat Conroy
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The feeling remains that God is on the journey, too.
Saint Teresa of Avila
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I just love writing. It's magical, it's somewhere else to go, it's somewhere much more dreadful, somewhere much more exciting. Somewhere I feel I belong, possibly more than in the so-called real world.
Tanith Lee
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I have never been one of those actors who say, 'Oh, my character wouldn't do this,' or 'My character never wears an orange shirt,' or any of the number of inane things I've heard on movie sets throughout my career.
D. B. Sweeney
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I think we are intrinsically prone to being irrational and superstitious. A lot of it comes from our fear of the unknown and the fear of a lack of control over our fate.
Venkatraman Ramakrishnan
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There's no such thing as talent; you just have to work hard enough.
David Mamet
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What's surprising is that the people who fought against torture here are the communists.
Jean-Marie Le Pen
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With the Democrats, they see themselves, we see ourselves as the party of the working folks, the striving, you know, the good. But, without anybody acknowledging it, there is now this little camp of folks who come across as very elitist, that look down on red state voters, who think that Republicans are dumb people.
Van Jones
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The most important civil liberty... is to stay alive and to be free from violence and death...
John Howard
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Love is the special feeling that brightens all our days, And the secret to its meaning is found in simple ways.
Kai Knudsen
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The sand as white as old bones, the pine trees strangely red where the sun comes down. I cannot say if it is our love, or the day, that is ending.
Anna Akhmatova