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The star thing, the celebrity thing, is new to me. — Jeremy Renner

It extols death with the luminescent brilliance of a dying star. It is Genghis Khan bathed in sherbet ice cream. The mantis shrimp is the harbinger of blood-soaked rainbows. — The Oatmeal

Loving can hurt
Loving can hurt sometimes
But it's the only thing that I know — Anonymous

Something will work out tomorrow, I thought. And if not, then tomorrow I'll do some thinking. Ob - la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on. — Haruki Murakami

I am very proud to be called a pig. It stands for pride, integrity and guts. — Ronald Reagan

The whole world's effort of working hard goes to waste. Just as the bull [that turns the wheels on the oil mill] gets a piece of oil-cake (as a reward), the wife gives the husband a piece of handvo (savory lentil and rice cake), and so the work continues. All day long, one is producing like the bull in the oil mill. — Dada Bhagwan

The identity around which the intellect functions is called ahankara. — Sadhguru

If your absence doesn't motivate them to do better, then your presence never will. — Stephan Labossiere

Only in Cali where we riot not rally to live and die
In L.A. we wearin Chucks not Ballies (that's right) — Tupac Shakur

God isn't looking for something brilliant; he's looking for something broken. — Bob Kauflin

I was very influenced by the musicals and romantic comedies of the 1930s. I admired Gene Harlow and such, which probably explains why, since the end of my marriage, I've dated nothing but a succession of blondes. — Hugh Hefner

As he continued to load the barrow, he moved slower and slower, like a machine winding down. Eventually he stopped completely and stood for a long minute, still as stone. Only then did his composure break. And even with no one there to see, he hid his face in his hands and wept quietly, his body wracked with wave on wave of heavy, silent sobs. — Patrick Rothfuss