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I went to sleep a poet and I woke up a fraud. To calm your nerves I'm feeling for my clothes in the dark. — Fall Out Boy
There are no rules of architecture for a castle in the clouds. — G.K. Chesterton
And I suspect, Mr. Potter, that if I leave you alone for two months with your schoolbooks, even without a wand, I will return to this house only to find a crater billowing purple smoke, a depopulated city surrounding it and a plague of flaming zebras terrorising what remains of England. — Eliezer Yudkowsky
Knowledge for the sake of understanding, not merely to prevail, that isthe essence of ourbeing.None candefine its limits, or set its ultimate boundaries. — Vannevar Bush
Whatever is dirty, it is women's job to clean up, or drive some man to clean up, and that goes for everything from cellar to senate. — Agnes Macphail
Modern brain-scan technology has revealed that each person shapes a completely unique brain. Other studies have documented the amazing regenerative ability of the brain, which can be reshaped by the power of your mind to bring you the world you desire. Knowing that, the obvious question arose: Why not use your mind to create the brain you want, using conscious choice? — Deepak Chopra
She can't see the way your eyes will light up when you smile ... — Taylor Swift
Your parents died. Your world fell apart."
I nod.
He puts his hand on my cheek. "You were left drowning"
I nod again.
"And you're struggling to breathe"
I am. It's a constant struggle to stay near the surface I have just enough air to stop me from going totally under, but not enough to thrive.
"So do it. Breathe. Just Breathe." He turns up the volume and strokes my hair. — Jessica Park
We need improvement in the style of performance. There is no more advantage in a musician who plays and conducts than in one who is only a beater of rhythm. — Franz Liszt
Vile Father's brown nipples, on the ends of his pendulous man-cans, were like dried figs. — Lev Grossman
