"As a musician I tell you that if you were to suppress adultery, fanaticism, crime, evil, the supernatural, there would no longer be the means for writing one note."

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Source : Letter to Edmond Galabert, and G., October 1866.

Georges Bizet

#Inspiring Quotes #Writing Quotes #Mean Quotes

“When your timing is off, so is your stride. When your cadence is off, you're in deep trouble as a hurdler.”
“Sorrow is not sickness-unless it becomes a permanent state of mental ill-health. The point is there are indeed stages of grief, as all the therapists tell us, but they do not obey some great unseen timetable.”
“We are all welcome to come into the waters of baptism. He was baptized to witness to His Father that He would be obedient in keeping His commandments. He was baptized to show us that we should receive the gift of the Holy Ghost.”
“In my head, I wanted to be Madonna, but the music I was writing on paper was not what you'd choreograph dancers in costumes to. It was more coffee-house stuff.”
“...there were two kinds of women: those who wear nail polish and those who don't. Which do you prefer?...”
“I think the reason why I never wanted to do a retrospective is because I was scared to go back and look at all this stuff through the years.”

Source : Source: www.interviewmagazine.com
“People who are exceptionally intelligent are often lonely because there are few people as intelligent as them. I have two little children, and everyone says: 'I hope they're doing well in school. I hope they're bright.' And I think: 'Why would anyone want their children to be the brightest?' Academia is a lonely world.”

Source : "Helen McCrory: 'Most of the attention I get is from younger men'". Interview with Kate Kellaway, www.theguardian.com. April 13, 2013.
“The horse and mule live thirty years And never know of wine and beers. The goat and sheep at twenty die Without a taste of scotch or rye. The cow drinks water by the ton And at eighteen is mostly done. The dog at fifteen cashes in Without the aid of rum or gin. The modest, sober, bone-dry hen Lays eggs for noggs and dies at ten. But sinful, ginful, rum-soaked men Survive three-score years and ten. And some of us, though mighty few Stay pickled 'til we're ninety-two.”

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