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I'm not homosexual, I'm not hetrosexual, I'm just sexual. — Michael Stipe

If she answered, he could not hear it, and he certainly couldn't see her, so he went. First he crawled the rocks one by one, one by one, till his hands touched shore and the nursing sound of the sea was behind him. He felt around, crawled off and then stood up. Breathing heavily with his mouth open he took a few tentative steps. The pebbles made him stumble and so did the roots of trees. He threw out his hands to guide and steady his going. By and by he walked steadier, now steadier. The mist lifted and the trees stepped back a bit as if to make the way easier for a certain kind of man. Then he ran. Lickety-split. Lickety-split. Looking neither to the left nor to the right. Lickety-split. Lickety-split. Lickety-lickety-lickety-split. — Toni Morrison

There's so many people out there who try to imitate what I do but I am the original, — Paris Hilton

There are writers who do start doing the same thing again and again and almost inevitably fall into self-parody. — Tobias Wolff

Every moment i am expressing gratitude for all the abundance and all the beauty that fills my heart with joy. — Debasish Mridha

His claim to Mars is lawyers' hogwash; as a lawyer myself I need not respect it. — Robert A. Heinlein

Directly anything happens - it may be a marriage, or a birth, or a death - on the whole they prefer it to be a death - every one wants to see you. They insist upon seeing you. They've got nothing to say; they don't care a rap for you; but you've got to go to lunch or to tea or to dinner, and if you don't you're damned. It's the smell of blood," she continued; "I don't blame 'em; only they shan't have mind if I know it! — Virginia Woolf

I have long suspected that the power of speech is not a power at all, but a mere form of hysteria from which the living that really know the truth never suffer because they do not fear life or death as we do and can afford to be calm and silent. The frailest flower that blooms knows that it will rise from the dead in the next season's sun, breathe, feel again the dew and rain. Therefore these little ones make no such tragedy as we do of death. — Corra May Harris