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Writing is emotional...it is baring your soul to the world and waiting for someone to acknowledge and love it, or shun and hate it, or worse be indifferent about it.

Mhm, yeah it happen that's a fact... is it matter of time or not!?

Sow an act reap a habit sow a habit reap a character sow a character reap a destiny.

I love dry British humor. I love to sketch in my off time. I love tequila.

Most people think the character I do onstage is the way I am offstage, but I'm just a regular guy who spends time with his family and who turns on the television and watches a lot of sports.

I never had a conscious fear of death, but I did have a conscious fear of sickness. By the time I completed medical school, that fear was gone.

Bob Dole is not a romantic, at least not an immediate one. Bob Dole is not one to waste a lot of time on metaphor.

I love poetry. I love rhyming. Do you know, there are poets who don't rhyme? Shakespeare did not rhyme most of the time, and that's why I do not like him.

I wanted to be a police officer for a long time so I could be just like my dad!

Remember civil and religious liberty always go together: if the foundation of the one be sapped, the other will fall of course.

love's just a waste of energy and life's just a waste of time so why don't we get together we could waste everything tonight

To me style is just the outside of content, and content the inside of style, like the outside and the inside of the human body - both go together, they can't be separated.

Is the ground a philosophical concept? Has mind a relationship to the ground? Is it an idea to be investigated? Is the ground put together by thought?

Prosperity's the very bond of love, Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together Affliction alters.

Sometimes we would be staked out in the middle of the river, several barges tied together. So we could party.

Everyone had run to do her bidding. Soon only the three men--the three useless ones--had been left in the sitting room to fight terror and nausea and fits of the vapors. The door opened. Three pale, terrified faces turned toward it. -the three manly men waiting during a childbirth

I do hope you have not made it an impassioned speech, the duke said doubtfully. That would not be my style at all, you know.

Oh, I say, someone said enthusiastically, do I smell a wager?

Yes, it was finished. Now, everything was finished. Everything. She hit the frightening bottom of despair.

It would be foolish to pretend boredom, she said with some scorn. Surely soon one would be bored in good earnest.

It is a long story, I'm afraid, sir. Yes, he agreed, they usually are.

You are despicable, she said, flushing, and you really are no gentleman.

Good Lord, even to his own ears they sounded like a pair of coconspirators being so overhearty in their enthusiastic simulation of innocence that they proclaimed themselves as guilty as hell.

He was asked, rhetorically, he guessed, if he supposed the irons would heat themselves, a question that was followed by a not particularly complimentary remark about men.