Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Quotes
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My goal was, and still is, to write first, direct my own stuff whenever possible and control my own creative destiny.
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To be honest I quit taking training and fighting so seriously and went back to living my life and having fun. I try to teach that to all the guys who come out here to train and live with me.
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Pleasure becomes a value, a teleological end in itself. It's probably more Western than U.S. per se.
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Whenever you give up something, you must replace it with something.
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Not every day can be an easy one, nor every day fully happy; but even a day of tough going and difficulty can be a good day.
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And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.
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It is only in the act of nursing that a woman realizes her motherhood in visible and tangible fashion; it is a joy of every moment.
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If the death of Osama Bin Laden brings any peace to those who lost loved ones on that awful day in September 2001, that is a great thing. It is more likely, however, just a painful reminder of what was lost.
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Being the number one pick was a great opportunity and meant a lot to me.
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That's one of our biggest challenges is finding out how to do that. There are times when you have to scale back. You might be performing on a five-by-five stage in front of 12 people. That's an exaggeration but there are times when you have to turn the corner and do an acoustic set.
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Computers make people stupid.
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If you are trying to sell someone your idea and you can't even define it to yourself, then that is a problem.
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Fiction is about small ambition, small failed ambition, small disappointed hope.
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I know there are other writers who sit down religiously every morning, they take their espresso, they put a clean sheet of paper there and they sit looking at that paper until they've finished or covered at least a number of those pages. No, I'm not like that. I have to be ready. It has to gestate it for quite a while and then it's ready to burst forth.
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At this, Constance sat down on a rock and covered her face. She seemed smaller than ever now - so small the harbor breeze might catch her up like a scrap of paper and carry her away, carry her into nowhere.
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Smoothly and lightly the golden seed by the furrow is covered.
