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“Why do terrorist attacks that kill a handful of Europeans command infinitely more American attention than do terrorist attacks that kill far larger numbers of Arabs? A terrorist attack that kills citizens of France or Belgium elicits from the United States heartfelt expressions of sympathy and solidarity. A terrorist attack that kills Egyptians or Iraqis elicits shrugs. Why the difference? To what extent does race provide the answer to that question?”
Source : "Tomgram: Andrew Bacevich, What Obsessing About You-Know-Who Causes Us To Miss". www.tomdispatch.com. May 7, 2017. 
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“I don't think anybody who looks carefully at us thinks that we are a left-wing or a right-wing organization.”
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“I was educated to think maybe Brazil works, maybe it doesn't. But I decided I am going to make this country work for my children. I am investing all my effort now in making Brazil a great country.”
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“A sibling is a friend for life, but they are a friend for life that you are forced to have. And like anything that you are forced to do, occasionally people will drive you crazy.”
Source : Source: www.avclub.com
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“when you are dealing with art, any kind of art, your pleasure in making it is what matters most.”
Source : Marion Dane Bauer (1992). “What's Your Story?: A Young Person's Guide to Writing Fiction”, p.17, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
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“A sentence begins quite simply, then it undulates and expands, parentheses intervene like quick-set hedges, the flowers of comparison bloom, and three fields off, like a wounded partridge, crouches the principal verb, making one wonder as one picks it up, poor little thing, whether after all it was worth such a tramp, so many guns, and such expensive dogs, and what, after all, is its relation to the main subject, potted so gaily half a page back, and proving finally to have been in the accusative case.”
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“The greatest comforts and lasting peace are obtained, when one eradicates selfishness from within.”
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“desire is a beast that must be fed!”
Source : Eric Jerome Dickey (2007). “Sleeping with Strangers”, p.85, Penguin
