Claude McKay Quotes
The pavement slabs burn loose beneath my feet,A chafing savage, down the decent street;And passion rends my vitals as I pass,Where boldly shines your shuttered door of glass.
Claude McKay
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Singing is something I can do, but it's not my first passion.
Taraji P. Henson
I hate auditions - when I'm doing them, I can't wait to get out the bleeding door.
Ian Hart
As a teenager I had friends who had little music studios in their bedrooms and garages. I'd go and play around; very soon, my hobby became a passion.
Natasha Bedingfield
I'm the girl next door, not the sex symbol.
Carla Gallo
We are all seduced by charismatic people, whether it's in your office or in the bus or in the train. There are people who just, like, come through the door, and everybody turns around and looks at them and feels drawn to them.
Edgar Ramirez
It is reason, and not passion, which must guide our deliberations, guide our debate, and guide our decision.
Barbara Jordan
We tried to approach this as though there's never been a Superman movie before, but at the same time respecting the canon and mythology. There are the pillars that you have to respect, and I'm not about to break them. But it is fun for me to bend them and mess with them.
Zack Snyder
A lot of music is mathematics. It's balance.
Mel Brooks
Calumny is a monstrous vice: for, where parties indulge in it, there are always two that are actively engaged in doing wrong, and one who is subject to injury. The calumniator inflicts wrong by slandering the absent; he who gives credit to the calumny before he has investigated the truth is equally implicated. The person traduced is doubly injured--first by him who propagates, and secondly by him who credits the calumny.
Herodotus
I don't perceive an audience at all when I write a book. It's pure self-indulgence.
Irvine Welsh
Yes, this is Mango himself. Listen I'm terribly busy and don't have time for a phone interview right now.
Chris Kattan
The pavement slabs burn loose beneath my feet,A chafing savage, down the decent street;And passion rends my vitals as I pass,Where boldly shines your shuttered door of glass.
Claude McKay