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I love Wilco's "I'm the Man Who Loves You." Nels Cline has that weird guitar slide at the beginning and the song is whispered actually. — Margaret Cho

Adam had never been powerful in his life.
Being the magician isn't about being powerful when you have things and useless when you don't. The magician sees what is out there and finds connections. The magician can make anything magical.
Now, are you the magician? Or aren't you? — Maggie Stiefvater

The most interesting painting is one that expresses more of what one thinks than of what one sees — Mark Rothko

Wow. She's like a mini-Socrates with all this life advice. I feel like I should be taking notes. Or debating with her. — Colleen Hoover

Let's get rid of those fucking ghosts once and for all, Proph. We tried burying them, but that never works. So how about we just set them free?"
"And let them go into the light, Carol Anne?"
"And just like that, you're a goddamned bastard again." But Tom was smiling as he said it. — S.E. Jakes

Dreams come true for sure...thats it, no other facts or philosophy...they may take a life time of yrs or somebody else but they are there in your heart or in your mind to change into reality. — Saniya

...Minnesota, Wisconsin, all around there... has the kind of women I liked when I was younger. Pale-skinned and blue-eyed, hair so fair it's almost white, wine-colored lips, and round, full breasts with the veins running through them like a good cheese. — Neil Gaiman

When I was about forty-three years of age, I had a private secretary with a beautiful baritone voice. I told him I would give anything in the world if I could only carry a tune. He laughed and said, 'Anybody who has a voice and perseverance can sing.' — Heber J. Grant

Alexis was now accustomed to his uncle's fatal disease as we are to all things that last around us; and because he had once made his nephew cry as the dead make us cry, the boy, even though his uncle was still alive, treated him like a dead man: he had begun to forget him. — Marcel Proust