Up above, what wind walks! What lovely behavior of silk-sack clouds has wilder, wilful, wavier, meal-drift molded over and melted across skies!
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Gaze on them, till the tears shall dim thy sight, But keep that earlier, wilder image bright.
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She has breasts of granite and a mind like a Gruyere cheese.
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The land was given as a trust by the Wilder family. It has to revert back to a park.
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Anyone who says that economic security is a human right, has been to much babied. While he babbles, other men are risking and losing their lives to protect him. They are fighting the sea, fighting the land, fighting disease and insects and weather and space and time, for him, while he chatters that all men have a right to security and that some pagan god -- Society, The State, The Government, The Commune -- must give it to them. Let the fighting men stop fighting this inhuman earth for one hour, and he will learn how much security there is.
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There are souls that are incurable and lost to the rest of society. Deprive them of one means of folly, they will invent ten thousand others. They will create subtler, wilder methods, methods that are absolutely DESPERATE. Nature herself is fundamentally antisocial, it is only by a usurpation of powers that the organized body of society opposes the natural inclination of humanity.
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Life is a thin narrowness of taken-for-granted, a plank over a canyon in a fog. There is something under our feet, the taken-for-granted. A ta...
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The ocean is a wilderness reaching round the globe, wilder than a Bengal jungle, and fuller of monsters, washing the very wharves of our cities and the gardens of our sea-side residences.
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There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.
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We need the tonic of wildness, to wade sometimes in marshes where the bittern and the meadow-hen lurk, and hear the booming of the snipe; to smell the whispering sedge where only some wilder and more solitary fowl builds her nest, and the mink crawls with its belly close to the ground.
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Every writer is necessarily a critic -- that is, each sentence is a skeleton accompanied by enormous activity of rejection; and each selection is governed by general principles concerning truth, force, beauty, and so on. The critic that is in every fabulist is like the iceberg -- nine-tenths of him is under water.
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Apathy is the glove in which evil slips it's hand.
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I know Ms. Pac-Man is special. She's fun. She's cute. She swallows.
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For what human ill does dawn not seem to be alternative?
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The question is whether personal freedom is worth the terrible effort, the never-lifted burden and risks of self-reliance.
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I am convinced that, except in a few extraordinary cases, one form or another of an unhappy childhood is essential to the formation of exceptional gifts.
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Literature is the orchestration of platitudes.
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A dramatist is one who believes that the pure event, an action involving human beings, is more arresting than any comment that can be made upon it.
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Rest, with nothing else, results in rust. It corrodes the mechanisms of the brain. The rhubarb that no one picks goes to seed.
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Her name is Naomi. That's 'I MOAN' backwards.
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The comic spirit is given to us in order that we may analyze, weigh, and clarify things in us which nettle us, or which we are outgrowing, or trying to reshape.
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Life is an unbroken succession of false situations.
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The planting of trees in the least self-centered of all that we can do. It is a purer act of faith than the procreation of children.
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It was not seen that woman's place was in the home until she began to go out of it; the statement was a reply to an unspoken challenge, it was...
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It is only in appearance that time is a river. It is rather a vast landscape and it is the eye of the beholder that moves.
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Worrying is like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do, but doesn't get you anywhere.
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When one of these flashbacks was reported to me by a conscious patient, I was incredulous. For example, when a mother told me she was suddenly aware, as my electrode touched the cortex, of being in the kitchen listening to the voice of her little boy who was playing outside in the yard.
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...I realized that there was a thrilling undiscovered country to be explored in the mechanisms of the mammalian nervous system. Through it, one might approach the mystery of the mind...
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Marriage is a bribe to make a housekeeper think she's a householder.
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Billy Wilder is really is a heavy influence on Bound. We felt that film noir was a genre where you could create a really contained story. We wanted to be on a set as much as we could to get the kind of style level we were looking for.
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