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Lyrics are weak, like clock radio speakers.
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We have long possessed the art of war and the science of war, which have been evolved in the minutest detail.
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In the space between chaos and shape there was another chance.
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You cannot entirely control your subconscious mind, but you can voluntarily hand over to it any plan, desire, or purpose which you wish transformed into concrete form.
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A fat stomach sticks out too far. It prevents you from looking down and seeing what is going on around you.
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The pull between sound and syntax creates a kind of musical tension in the language that interests me.
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A sentence is born into this world neither good nor bad, and that to establish its character is a question of the subtlest possible adjustments, a process of intuition to which exaggeration and force are fatal.
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Glory to that Homer of painting, to that father of warmth and enthusiasm... he really paints men.
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The truth is that my chess development was nothing out of the ordinary, and it proceeded probably at a pace no faster than others.
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A single idea, if it is right, saves us the labor of an infinity of experiences.
