Lucille Clifton Quotes
If i should enter the house and speak with my own voice, at last, about its awful furnitutre, pulling apart the covering over the dusty bodies; the randy father, the husband holding ice in his hand like a blessing, the mother bleeding into herself and the small imploding girl, i say if i should walk into that web, who will come flying after me, leaping tall buildings? you?
Lucille Clifton
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People think because I've got some success, I've made it, but in my eyes it's like, 'How long has Jay Z been in the business? How many albums has he got?' Not that I'm trying to be Jay Z, but I am trying to be around for a long time.
J. Cole
Born with blue spectacles, you would think the world was blue and never be conscious of the existence of the distorting glass.
T. E. Hulme
You're never going to read 'The Wealth of Nations,' and you shouldn't, really. It's 900 pages.
P. J. O'Rourke
I'm always surprised when an actor goes so deeply into the truth that they shake you to your core.
Forest Whitaker
When I see a dolphin, I know it's just as smart as I am.
Captain Beefheart
When we talk about change, we, the business leaders, have to implement it. We have to look at what we're not doing and what we should be doing.
Ofra Strauss
One question hovers over all of us who choose to spend our lives writing: why keep doing this in a world where so many forces are aligned against us?
Bruce Feiler
I would describe myself as quite sane and lucid, which is why I'm still alive.
John McAfee
It almost takes people by surprise when I'm not a big talker. Because I'm known as being sort of a loud mouth. I have a lot to say. But I try to be more thoughtful with my comments or reactions, unless it's something witty or hysterical that I just can't keep myself from blurting or tweeting!
Natalie Maines
My mother loved fashion. She was a beauty and had enough sewing skills that she could re-create the looks in magazines. She also was enormously charismatic.
Joel Grey
My mother left my father in their late 60s.
Dito Montiel
If i should enter the house and speak with my own voice, at last, about its awful furnitutre, pulling apart the covering over the dusty bodies; the randy father, the husband holding ice in his hand like a blessing, the mother bleeding into herself and the small imploding girl, i say if i should walk into that web, who will come flying after me, leaping tall buildings? you?
Lucille Clifton
