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I play the piano and have been playing since I was 7, mainly classical Chopin, Beethoven, Mozart. — Kiana Tom

Okay, okay, already," I said, holding up both hands in an I-surrender sort of gesture. "I'll try it your way from now on. I'll do the touchy-feely stuff. Jeez. You West Coasters. It's all backrubs and avocado sandwiches with you guys, isn't it? — Meg Cabot

Obviously when you're making music, you want it to get out to as many people as possible. You want to reach as many people as you can. — Jason Aldean

With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears. — John Milton

Got tight on absinthe last night. Did knife tricks. — Ernest Hemingway,

I worked at a law firm in New York very briefly. — Peter Thiel

The human body is sustained by the same prana that nourishes the universe. The body (your equipment) has the ability to control and use this special energy through the use of "pranayama". Don't let true word scare you - it just means to control, channel, and direct the flow of prana through the use of breath. — John Holland

George Stephenson, with a sagacity of mind in advance of the science of his day, answered, when asked what was the ultimate cause of motion of his locomotive engine, 'that it went by the bottled-up rays of the sun. — Carl Wilhelm Siemens

Calmly, slowly, she reached behind with her left hand and came up against - yes, fabric. Fine linen, to be precise. So far, so good: she was inside a wardrobe, after all. The only problem was that this linen was oddly warm. Body warm. Beneath the tentative pressure of her palm, it seemed to be moving ...
With terrifying suddenness, an ungloved hand clamped roughly over her nose and mouth. A long arm pinned her arms against her sides. She was held tightly against a hard, warm surface.
"Hush," whispered a pair of lips pressed to her left ear. "If you scream, we are both lost. — Y.S. Lee

On less lucid evenings, every library is a haunted cemetery. — S.D. Chrostowska