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If there's a single trait common to all Savannahians, it's their love of money and their unwillingness to spend it. — John Berendt

When anger is repressed by reason of inability to do immediate harm, it retires into the heart in the form of malice and breeds these vices - envy, triumph over the enemy's ill, repulsion of friendly approaches, contempt, slander, derision, personal violence, and injustice. MURDER — John Wortabet

The pessimist says, 'It can't get any worse!' And the optimist replies, 'Oh yes it can! — Madeleine Urban

The natural term of an apple-pie is but twelve hours. It reaches its highest state about one hour after it comes from the oven, and just before its natural heat has quite departed. But every hour afterward is a declension. And after it is one day old, it is thence-forward but the ghastly corpse of apple-pie. — Henry Ward Beecher

It's my sick fantasy to be a Cosmo cover. — Deana Carter

Tenacity is what it takes to dare unrelentingly — Ernest Agyemang Yeboah

At the end of hatred, this is only love. Because there is always love. — Kathryn V. White

I think a good life-work balance is important, and that's even more important in some cases on the space station. — Scott Kelly

I'm trying to illuminate how perilously narrow we draw the concepts of masculinity and sexuality in our male culture - particularly in black male culture - and to help people to see that there's room enough for everyone. — Charles M. Blow

When I was really little, I was on a Pop Warner squad. I did it for a year. My dad was a Pop Warner football coach. I did it because my best friend was also on this cheer squad, and of course I looked up to my sister who was a cheerleader, so I wanted to cheer. — Ashley Tisdale

I have drunk ale from the Country of the Young / And weep because I know all things now. — William Butler Yeats

The squirrel has not yet found the acorn that will grow into the oak that will be cut to form the cradle of the babe that will grow to slay me. — Neil Gaiman