Arthur Conan Doyle Quotes
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The thing about doing anything artificial to your hair is that you have to look after it. So you're always vulnerable to the weather and time.
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For me, family has always come first.
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I feel like the one insight that's extremely comforting to me about the world is that we all share the same pool of emotion that we draw from.
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Monsieur Saint Laurent was pathologically shy, and he made the Saint Laurent woman in his own image. Like her, I am shy. And to protect myself, I adopted something of an androgynous look, just as his women did.
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Every small town has its dramatic group, its barber-shop quartet, every home has music in one form or another.
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Right now counts forever.
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This is the most accurate our team has been since I can remember. It wound up being one of those games you dream about.
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I haven't the slightest idea what art is, but to be a painter is something of which you have to prove.
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I'm a New Yorker. Matter of fact, the more I'm in places like Texas and California, the more I know I'm a New Yorker. I have no confusions. About that.
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There are no limits on what you can achieve with your life, except the limits you accept in your mind
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Experience supplies painful proof that traditions once called into being are first called useful, then they become necessary. At last they are too often made idols, and all must bow down to them or be punished.
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A law is valuable not because it is law, but because there is right in it.
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We are expanding and improving the infrastructure of our relations. You must have heard about China's plans to participate in building a high-speed railway line between Moscow and Kazan in the Volga region, in central Russia. And then we plan to extend it to Kazakhstan and on to China.
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It was an opportunity to spend some time together, have some fun to create some music and an opportunity for Kenny and me to sit down and do some things we wanted to do, ... The time was right and here we are.
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I confess, right at the start, to the doubts - and sometimes outright dreads - that go with me as I climb the stairs to my study in the morning, coffee mug in hand: I have to admit to the habitual apprehension mixed with a sort of reverence, as I light the incense . . . and wonder: what is going to happen today? Will anything happen? Will the angel come today?
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The Maze is a painting of the inside of my skull, which I painted when I was in England as a patient in Maudsley and Netherne psychiatric hospitals. It is a story of my life, well in the sense that people tell stories by the fireplace to entertain their guests, trying to make them accept you. In this case I wanted to be accepted, as an interesting specimen
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My ultimate goal will be my being told in a Penthouse letter that I can frame.
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It is not my intention to be fulsome, but I confess that I covet your skull.
