Lydia Millet Quotes
Historically, grizzlies ranged from Alaska to Mexico, with at least 50,000 bears living in the western half of the contiguous United States. With European colonization, the bears were shot, poisoned, and trapped to the brink of extinction.
Lydia Millet
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If your film is in English, it makes it that much easier to get a wide release.
Patricia Riggen
An effeminate education weakens both the mind and the body.
Edgar Quinet
Isaacs has a cheap Bic pen in his hand. He runs his fingers down the shaft, inverts it, runs his fingers down the shaft, over and over, in a motion that is mechanical rather than impatient.
J. M. Coetzee
The question, 'What is the purpose thereof?' cannot be asked about anything which is not the product of an agent; therefore we cannot ask what is the purpose of the existence of God.
Maimonides
I remember the players have often mentioned it as an honor to Shakespeare, that in his writing, whatsoever he penned, he never blotted out a line. My answer hath been, 'Would he had blotted a thousand'.
Ben Jonson
I do not have much liking for the too famous existential philosophy, and, to tell the truth, I think its conclusions false.
Albert Camus
I don't like anybody or anything," said Lucinda. Yes, you do;--you like horses to ride, and dresses to wear.
Anthony Trollope
Voi vigilate ne l'etterno die.
Dante Alighieri
There are homophobic people in my family. They're deeply religious.
Nelsan Ellis
When it comes to exercise, I don't like anything that's too serious.
Lindsay Ellingson
'Anita,' he asked, 'are there really werewolves?''Yes,' she told him. 'Your werewolves are down there.'And that was right, he thought. The darkness of the mind, the bleakness of the thought, the shallowness of purpose. These were the werewolves of the world.
Clifford D. Simak
Historically, grizzlies ranged from Alaska to Mexico, with at least 50,000 bears living in the western half of the contiguous United States. With European colonization, the bears were shot, poisoned, and trapped to the brink of extinction.
Lydia Millet