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Top Pedigreed New Zealand Quotes

Why, because an author has more rights than ordinary people, as everybody
knows. People will stand much more from him. — Albert Camus

Do you have a cat and is she sitting on your lap? Does her forehead smell like cedar trees and fresh sweet air? — Ruth Ozeki

You travel with a whetstone on your arm? (Kiara)
You don't ever want to kill someone with a dull knife. It takes too long to sever their arteries, or puncture organs, and it makes it even messier than normal. (Nykyrian) — Sherrilyn Kenyon

Talk peaceful to be peaceful. — Norman Vincent Peale

Very often I'll find out at the end of a book what I put in at the beginning. A sort of process of elimination and discovery in one. — Jonathan Carroll

Saturday 12 July 1823 [Halifax]
Could not sleep last night. Dozing, hot & disturbed ... a violent longing for a female companion came over me. Never remember feeling it so painfully before ... It was absolute pain to me. — Anne Lister

We have nothing to hide and it should be clear for the international community whose fault it was that the last closed European border was not open. — Serzh Sargsyan

You don't have to invent the wheel, but you might want to be the company that invents the rims. — MC Hammer

It's so nice to have a band name you don't have to explain. — Carrie Brownstein

If there is no cure, you must endure. — Brian Tracy

With a car there is always a problem. — Margo Kaufman

Of four infernal rivers that disgorge/ Into the burning Lake their baleful streams;/Abhorred Styx the flood of deadly hate,/Sad Acheron of sorrow, black and deep;/Cocytus, nam'd of lamentation loud/ Heard on the rueful stream; fierce Phlegethon/ Whose waves of torrent fire inflame with rage./ Far off from these a slow and silent stream,/ Lethe the River of Oblivion rolls/ Her wat'ry Labyrinth whereof who drinks,/ Forthwith his former state and being forgets,/ Forgets both joy and grief, pleasure and pain. — John Milton

Mere prattle without practice — William Shakespeare