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I'd always need a creative outlet. But sometimes, I do fantasize what my life would be like if I weren't famous. — Jodie Foster

A strong will to be yourself is an indomitable force. — Ken Robinson

Hitherto it is questionable if all the mechanical inventions yet made have lightened the day's toil of any human being. They have enabled a greater population to live the same life of drudgery and imprisonment, and an increased number of manufacturers and others to make fortunes. They have increased the comforts of the middle classes. But they have not yet begun to effect those great changes in human destiny, which it is in their nature and in their futurity to accomplish. — John Stuart Mill

Our world may have changed, but the importance of integrity has not. — Frank Sonnenberg

Dimity said, "I wrote him poetry!"
( ... ) "Dimity," Sophronia said, horrified by such an admission, "you didn't give him the poetry, did you?"
"Certainly not."
Sidheag tilted back in her chair, grinning. "Well, let's hear it."
"Oh, no. I don't think that's a good idea at all."
But Dimity was already dipping into her reticule and pulling out a scrap of paper. She gave it to Sidheag, who read it with a perfectly straight face, her tawny eyes dancing, and then passed it Sophronia.
"My love is like a red red rose
Occasionally he has a red red nose
He could keep me warm in the snows
I wager he has very nice toes."
Sophronia could think of nothing to say except, "Oh, Dimity. — Gail Carriger

He [Jimmy Connors] has one weakness. He can never say his opponent played well. That's why it feels good to beat him and that's why other players would rather beat him than any other player. — Bjorn Borg

Actors are a race. — Mads Mikkelsen

Parks said, he's guilty and that's the end of the story. — Tommy Bond

She should have allowed herself to be a little crazier. — Paulo Coelho

Then he half raised himself from the ground, threw his arms into the air, and fell forward in his side. He was dead. — Arthur Conan Doyle