Marianne Williamson Quotes
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Everyone has their own special set of problems - in their own minds.
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The products in my bathroom are pretty minimal. Issey Miyake makes great cologne, and I use everything from Zirh, especially their shave scream. I really like Mario Badesco aftershave, too. It's amazing.
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My family and I had to overcome a lot to get where we are today.
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A lot of authors, judging by their list, will put anything out that they finish... That's the worst model I've heard of in my life. It's just idiotic. Why wouldn't you just wait for the good ones?
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I've stopped caring about skeptics, but if they libel or defame me they will end up in court.
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I always like to sing along to some depressing, angry Morrissey.
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I'm not an atheist. How can you not believe in something that doesn't exist? That's way too convoluted for me.
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I am cursed with computers; something always goes wrong.
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It's rare for artists to really stare deeply at themselves in the mirror, literally, because there's constantly a mirror on you.
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I've seen 'Silence of the Lambs,' like, fifty or sixty times. That's my favorite movie of all time.
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I thought I had the rights to The Lord of the Rings. I don't know how Jackson ended up with the rights.
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The problem of the twentieth century is the problem of the color line.
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I've always been a fan of Fran Drescher!
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'Mahershala' is my nickname.
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I think that's created a healthy environment. The comparisons to 'ER' were maddening and there was this assumption that the two of us were looking at each other with rage and resentment, which was also not the case.
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Someone once said about me that I talk to everyone the same, no matter what age they are. I don't see kids and adults. I see everyone the same.
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I should be the Hunger Strikee.
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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.
