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“And I am a writer, writer of fictions I am the heart that you call home And I've written pages upon pages Trying to rid you from my bones...”
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“Perhaps it was Maggie, perhaps not. In solitary moments magpies will perch on a branch and mutter soft soliloquies of whines and squeals and chatterings, oblivious to what goes on around them. It is one of those things, I suppose, intelligence now and then does, must in fact now and then do, must think, must play, must imagine, must talk to itself. ... What, finally, intelligence could be for: finding your way back.”
Source : Stanley Crawford (1992). “A Garlic Testament: Seasons on a Small New Mexico Farm”, p.86, UNM Press
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“I occasionally got called the Rush Limbaugh of Indiana, but most people knew that my style was different.”
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“If you have a bald head don't walk out in the sun because you will get burned.”
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“Every time I told my cocker spaniel, Taffy, my very first dog, that we were going for a walk, she would launch into a celebratory dance that ended with her racing around the room, always clockwise, and faster and faster, as if her joy could not be possibly contained. Even as a young boy I knew that hardly any creature could express joy so vividly as a dog.”
Source : Jeffrey Moussaieff Masson (1998). “Dogs Never Lie about Love: Reflections on the Emotional World of Dogs”, Broadway Books
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“If you aren't laughing, you aren't living!”
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“He's caused the Chelsea defence no amount of problems.”
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“Piety is the most solid goodness, and the vilest of what is evil is vice.”
