Drake Quotes
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Plastic surgery is a postmodern veil.
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If a man reaches the heart of his own religion, he has reached the heart of the others, too. There is only one God, and there are many paths to him.
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It seems like bluegrass people have more great stories to tell than other musicians.
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The only dead bodies from marijuana are in the prisons and at the hands of the police. This is ridiculous.
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It's brutal out on the football field.
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I think there's something really poetic about using nuclear power to propel us to the stars, because the stars are giant fusion reactors. They're giant nuclear cauldrons in the sky.
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When our time's up, it's up. All the money in the world won't buy you one more day.
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I go by the role pretty much. And I think the only genre I haven't gotten to do but I'd love to is a western, but no one has ever asked me to do that. Unfortunately they are very few and far between these days, but that is one type of film I'd love to do.
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America has much greatness left in her.
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Prayer is not an old woman's idle amusement. Properly understood and applied, it is the most potent instrument of action.
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I understand Tea Partyers' anger with the system, but they are in way over their heads and often racially motivated, and I can't be part of that.
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You have to defeat a great players aura more than his game.
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I get maximum satisfaction out of buying children's clothes online.
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One result of An American Family was that I became a gay role model.
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Give me a couple of years, and I'll make that actress an overnight success.
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Let us not bankrupt our todays by paying interest on the regrets of yesterday and by borrowing in advance the troubles of tomorrow.
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We cannot afford to spend millions and millions over nuclear arms when there is poverty and unemployment all around us.
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I know what it's like to be a model and go to castings where some people like what they see and others look at you with distaste.
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Autumnal -- nothing to do with leaves. It is to do with a certain brownness at the edges of the day ... Brown is creeping up on us, take my word for it ... Russets and tangerine shades of old gold flushing the very outside edge of the senses... deep shining ochres, burnt umber and parchments of baked earth -- reflecting on itself and through itself, filtering the light. At such times, perhaps, coincidentally, the leaves might fall, somewhere, by repute. Yesterday was blue, like smoke.
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Courage in danger is half the battle.
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Eight days the light continued on its own: A miracle, they say, but not more so Than ordinary lives of flesh and bone, Consuming wicks burned ashen long ago.
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To go indie is a thing. But to put an album in the stores, you need a distribution label.
