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These people live again in print as intensely as when their images were captured on old dry plates of sixty years ago ... I am walking in their alleys, standing in their rooms and sheds and workshops, looking in and out of their windows. Any they in turn seem to be aware of me. — Ansel Adams

He was smiling and listening. So even if the "real past" and memories of it are completely different, he smiles without saying anything. And then he cries. He cries without telling anyone. — Sakura Tsukuba

Leo: Rainbows. Very macho.
Annabeth: Butch is our best equestrian, he gets along great with the pegasi.
Leo: Rainbows, ponies ...
Butch: I'm gonna toss you off this chariot. — Rick Riordan

Go ahead and act as if your decisions are temporary. Because they are. Be bold, make mistakes, learn a lesson, and fix what doesn't work. No sweat, no need to hyperventilate. — Seth Godin

We all have music in us - your heartbeat is your drum, your voice is your sound - and music is supposed to put you in tune with nature. — Randy Weston

Although aesthetically nugatory, "Beat Culture and the New America" was an exhibition of considerable significance -- but not in quite the way that Lisa Phillips, its curator, intended, Casting a retrospective glance at the sordid world of Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac, William S. Burroughs, Lawrence, Ferlinghetti, and other Beat icons, the exhibition unwittingly furnished a kind of pathologist's report on one of the most toxic cultural movements in American history. — Roger Kimball

There's so little money in my bank account, my scenic checks show a ghetto. — Phyllis Diller

When you're afraid because you don't know what comes next, I will be there to love you through it. So, I guess today, I'm asking you to let me. — Courtney Giardina

These composers," Captain Nemo answered me, "are the contemporaries of Orpheus, because in the annals of the dead, all chronological differences fade; and — Jules Verne