Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly.
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As I learn from you, I guess you learn from me—...
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I swear to the Lord, I still can't see, why Democracy means, everybody but me.
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Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die, life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly.
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Beauty for some provides escape, who gain a happiness in eyeing the gorgeous buttocks of the ape or Autumn sunsets exquisitely dying.
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I swear to the Lord I still can't see Why Democracy means Everybody but me.
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I did not believe political directives could be successfully applied to creative writing . . . not to poetry or fiction, which to be valid had to express as truthfully as possible the individual emotions and reactions of the writer.
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An artist must be free to choose what he does, certainly, but he must also never be afraid to do what he might choose.
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I have discovered in life that there are ways of getting almost anywhere you want to go, if you really want to go.
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No woman can be handsome by the force of features alone, any more that she can be witty by only the help of speech.
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I swear to the LordI still can't seeWhy Democracy meansEverybody but me.
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