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Only twice in my nearly fifty years of friendship with David Belasco did he ever disappoint me; and I am glad that experience came early. When I was perhaps seven or eight years old, he promised me, many months before my birthday, that he would give me a pony. What boy would nurse that promise to his bosom for any number of months? When the 12th of August dawned, I was downstairs early, I think before anyone else was up. I looked out at the barnyard. No pony. I waited all day. No pony. I said... Cecil B. DeMille
Everybody was wearing rhinestones, all those sparkly clothes, and cowboy boots. I decided to wear a black shirt and pants and see if I could get by with it. I did and I've worn black clothes ever since. Johnny Cash
J. K. Rowling quote: "How did you get here?" Harry asked."Flew," said Hagrid."Flew?"
How did you get here?" Harry asked."Flew," said Hagrid."Flew? J. K. Rowling
I know what every colored woman in this country is doing... Dying. Just like me. But the difference is they dying like a stump. Me, I’m going down like one of those redwoods. I sure did live in this world. Toni Morrison
When the last living thing. Has died on account of us, How poetical it would be. If Earth could say, In a voice floating up. Perhaps. From the floor. Of the Grand Canyon,"It is done."People did not like it here. Kurt Vonnegut
As soon as I turned the key I saw it hanging, the color of fire and sunset. the colour of flamboyant flowers. ‘If you are buried under a flamboyant tree, ‘ I said, ‘your soul is lifted up when it flowers. Everyone wants that.’ She shook her head but she did not move or touch me. Jean Rhys
I love Israel, I go back all the time. I just love New York a little more. My workers are Arabs, my best friend is a black man from Alabama, my girlfriend's a Puerto Rican, and my landlord is a half-Jew bastard. You know what I did this morning? I read in the paper yesterday that the circus is setting up in the Madison Square Garden, they said the elephants would be walking through the Holland Tunnel at dawn. I'm a photographer a little too, you know? So I get up at five o'clock, bike over to... Richard Price
Because of course she had known she must go. She always did the thing because in obedience lay the integrity that God asked of her. If anyone had asked her what she meant by integrity she would not have been able to tell them but she had seen it once like a picture in her mind, a root going down into the earth and drinking deeply there. No one was really alive without that root. Elizabeth Goudge
William Shakespeare quote: "His jest shall savour but a shallow wit, when thousands more..."
His jest shall savour but a shallow wit, when thousands more weep than did laugh it. William Shakespeare
Alexander Dumas quote: "Fool that I am," said he,"that I did not tear out my heart the..."
Fool that I am," said he,"that I did not tear out my heart the day I resolved to revenge myself". Alexander Dumas
Jodi Picoult quote: "You figured that the only way I'd be happy is if I did the..."
You figured that the only way I'd be happy is if I did the things you thought would be best for me. Jodi Picoult
Some would ask what country am I from? We ara supposed to tell the truth, [so] we tell them India. Some thought it was Indiana, not India! Some did not know where India is. I said the country next to Pakistan. Thomas Friedman
In the end, the wind takes everything, doesn't it? And why not? Why other? If the sweetness of our lives did not depart, there would be no sweetness at all. Stephen King
We walked always in beauty, it seemed to me. We walked and looked about, or stood and looked. Sometimes, less often, we would sit down. We did not often speak. The place spoke for us and was a kind of speech. We spoke to each other in the things we saw. Wendell Berry
I am jealous of everything whose beauty does not die. I am jealous of the portrait you have painted of me. Why should it keep what I must lose? Every moment that passes takes something from me and gives something to it. Oh, if it were only the other way! If the picture could change, and I could be always what I am now! Why did you paint it? It will mock me some day—mock me horribly! Oscar Wilde

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