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And when he came to, he was flat on his back on the beach in the freezing sand, and it was raining out of a low sky, and the tide was way out. — David Foster Wallace

We are, now, just as valuable, intelligent, and real as Eliot or any of his contemporaries. Our ideas and experiences are just as sound and true. Our passion to save our world from what we see it becoming is just as authentic. We are always the Lost Generation, but with different accoutrements. — Nate Ragolia

There was a time in our past when one could walk down any street and be surrounded by harmonious buildings. Such a street wasn't perfect, it wasn't necessarily even pretty, but it was alive. The old buildings smiled, while our new buildings are faceless. The old buildings sang, while the buildings of our age have no music in them. — Jonathan Hale

Always be original. Never duplicate what you've seen another actor do. Be true to the character that you've been given, and the rest will come easy. — Lee Tamahori

Schlepping all of the equipment is the part I hate more than anything. — John Abercrombie

I don't care about what is good and what is evil, I care about what is true. — Richard Dawkins

There's Only so much emotional super glue in a person's soul, that everything just stays broken. — Laurell K. Hamilton

At the White House, everybody works for the same person. They're all part of the same company. But on Capitol Hill, they're all independent contractors. They all work for themselves. That's a formula for getting news. — Bob Schieffer

A civilization was the means by which too many people could live together despite their mutual hatred. — Steven Erikson

How convinced are you that man was created in the image of God when you can't see the image of God? — Michael Bassey

Write the way you want to, not the way you think you should. — Nicola J. McDonagh

I found the pearl of the Orient slightly less exciting than a rainy Sunday evening in Rochester. — S.J Perelman