Issued In 1974 Quotes & Sayings

Easy isn't for Jedi. Of course, trying to find your own path is much more difficult. Maybe what you have to do is walk a bit on the other paths and see how you can waeve bits and pieces of them together."
- Anakin Solo — Michael A. Stackpole

We are rebels for a cause, poets with a dream , and we won't let this world die without a fight. — Albert Camus

In this job, you're going to make decisions. You'll say things that some people are going to love them, some people are going to hate them. It's just part of the job. — Alberto Gonzales

There was a ton of fighting between my mother and father. The kids would be thrown into the middle, to choose sides. — Nick Carter

Drudgery, calamity, exasperation, want, are instructors in eloquence and wisdom. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

I try to get in one, one-hour spinning class per week. — Robert Herjavec

Never underestimate a bookworm — Louisa Klein

All my movies, as I get the ability to do it, they tend to go a little darker, a little darker. — Todd Phillips

Now she could look back down the long years and see herself in green flowered dimity, standing in the sunshine at Tara, thrilled by the young horseman with his blond hair shining like a silver helmet. She could see so clearly now that he was only a childish fancy, no more important really than her spoiled desire for the aquamarine earbobs she had coaxed out of Gerald. For, once she owned the earbobs, they had lost their value, as everything except money lost its value once it was hers. And so he, too, would have become cheap if, in those first far-away days, she had ever had the satisfaction of refusing to marry him. If she had ever had him at her mercy, seen him grown passionate, importunate, jealous, sulky, pleading, like the other boys, the wild infatuation which had possessed her would have passed, blowing away as lightly as mist before sunshine and light wind when she met a new man. — Margaret Mitchell

My bridal gown. So beautiful in design but it was never sewed. So lovely, ivory lace, ivory silk, sheer lace back, pleated bodice and flared skirt never sewed.
My veil, my "train."
(So foolish the bridal train, trailing along the ground, on dirty steps. What possible purpose, beautiful and costly dazzling-white silk so quickly spoiled.)
The bridal design held us captive. My dear mother, and me.
And so, when I was married to my husband it seemed to me a second marriage. — Joyce Carol Oates