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I am still been pumped to train and get myself ready for the biggest events. — Andy Murray

Cease, cows, life is short. — Gabriel Garcia Marquez

It was a free-for-all with music when I was growing up. My mother was a huge music fanatic so I was listening to everything from country to heavy metal to Indigo Girls to Elton John. I guess when I was really young I didn't like Willie Nelson, and she obviously loved him. Now I do too, I'm so thankful to her for playing his music nonstop. — Tig Notaro

I dreamed my way into Lincoln and the details that moved me - his lack of education or 'civilized' manners and his deep connection to all humankind. — Jerome Charyn

It is a good deed to forget a poor joke. — Brendan Behan

Thinking can really be the enemy of action, and thinking can be the enemy of reality. — Merlin Mann

The child welfare system - devised and run by liberal social workers, psychologists, and judges ... Treats incompetent or abusive parents as its clients, and only secondarily considers the needs and well-being of the children involved. — Mona Charen

Love one another with great passion. — Lailah Gifty Akita

There was so much testosterone in the air, I felt like I needed a gas mask. — Richelle Mead

God enters the world through those of us who are willing to let God participate fully in our lives. — Nancy Mairs

There is no end. There is no cure. It gets worse with time. Cure. How can you cure an institution, we are bricks crumbling in the walls of despair. Death is inevitable for us all. But the insanity is here to stay. — Stephen Richards

The moment I stepped out the front door I was faced again with Manhattan. There it was, oh splendid ship of concrete and steel, aluminum, glass and electricity, forging forever up the dark river. (The hudson - like a river of oil, filthy and rich, gleaming with silver lights.) Manhattan at twilight: floating gardens of tender neon, the lavender towers where each window glittered at sundown with reflected incandescence, where each crosstown street became at evening a gash of golden fire, and the endless flow of the endless traffic on the West Side Highway resembled a luminous necklace strung round the island's shoulders. — Edward Abbey