Edward St Aubyn Quotes
Patrick imagined Kay’s father sunk in the back of the car, his eyes glazed over with exhaustion and his lungs, like torn fishing nets, trawling vainly for air.
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I think it is impossible to explain faith. It is like trying to explain air, which one cannot do by dividing it into its component parts and labeling them scientifically. It must be breathed to be understood.
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I am not going to say I have been a saint. I have not been a perfect man. None is perfect but the Father, which is in Heaven.
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If a superhero knocks over a building, and there are 5,000 people in the building that we can presume are now dead, does it matter? Because they're not people we know. But if one dog we like gets run over by a car, it's the worst thing we've ever seen. I totally understand where that visceral reaction comes from. I have that same reaction.
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My father had a lot of allergies, and he just didn't like the cold of Chicago, and his father - his parents had broken up when he was young, and his father had lived in Pasadena for a while, and he kind of fell in love with Southern California.
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At Christmas, I am always struck by how the spirit of togetherness lies also at the heart of the Christmas story. A young mother and a dutiful father with their baby were joined by poor shepherds and visitors from afar. They came with their gifts to worship the Christ child.
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Now, my father Matthias was not only eminent on account of is nobility, but had a higher commendation on account of his righteousness, and was in great reputation in Jerusalem, the greatest city we have.
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Hitting .400 is something you can do by yourself. But you have to rely on guys getting on base at the right time to drive in that many runs.
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When I was a kid, the only way I saw movies was from the back seat of my family's car at the drive-in.
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I don't want to worry about maintaining an air of decorum that's not natural to me.
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At the end of the seven years, 'Family Ties' voluntarily went off the air. And, we went off as the #1 show on TV that week. We cut down the nets on stage 24 and moved on with the rest of our lives. Always to carry with us the blessing of what we had gone through together.
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I like rock music because it's always sonically fascinating. There's never a method to what it needs to sound like. It's just however that instrument comes out that day, whatever the humidity level was in the air, what studio you were at. All that makes that tone that you can't re-create, so each song is like a person.
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When I first started, I worked with my father, Alex 'Little Bill' Wallace; he was a guitarist like B.B. King. I was around 13 when I started, and I learned a lot by looking and listening. I learned how to be a bandleader from watching that band work.
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In each verse, a decision awaits us, and we can't choose to close our eyes and let instinct work on its own. Poetic instinct consists of an alert tension.
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I am an expert of electricity. My father occupied the chair of applied electricity at the state prison.
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I know my father and my mother, but beyond that I cannot go. My ancestry is blurred.
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I remember driving the tractor on our farm, and Tim McGraw would be on the radio. I'd find myself walking out of class, singing his songs. And then Tim ended up playing my father in 'Friday Night Lights.' It was surreal.
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My mother was an activist; so was my father. They came from a generation of young Somalis who were actively involved in getting independence for Somalia in 1960.
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My father was a writer; I've known a lot of children of writers - daughters and sons of writers, and it can be a hard way to grow up.
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I work by hand, with a fountain pen, in bound notebooks I buy in India.
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Oh Portugal, today you are fog... The Hour has come!
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Obamacare was passed months before my first day at Komen.
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There are so many sounds I still want to make, so many things I haven't yet done.
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I have no remedy for fear; there growsNo herb of help to heal a coward heart.
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Patrick imagined Kay’s father sunk in the back of the car, his eyes glazed over with exhaustion and his lungs, like torn fishing nets, trawling vainly for air.
