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And you wonder, what's wrong with me? Will anyone beautiful want me? — David Henry Hwang

The worst of depression lies in a present moment that cannot escape the past it idealizes or deplores. — Andrew Solomon

America was the attic of French culture. — Edmund White

It's important to me that people hear my music on its own merit and not in relation to another project I've done. Ultimately, the music has its own energy and message and stands on its own. — Bryce Dessner

Before shaking the dust from off your feet, be sure to stomp real good on their faces. — Anthony Liccione

We dream our dreams away. — Bud Flanagan

It's this simple law, which every writer knows, of taking two opposites and putting them in a room together. I love anything with Cartman and Butters at the same time, it's great. — Trey Parker

I have run two Olympic 'A' standard times over the past 12 months and with the time I ran at the African Championships last week I know my speed and fitness are constantly improving so that I will peak in time for the Olympics. — Oscar Pistorius

There was all this wonderful gold, and I felt like it was attacking me. Such a wonderful thing in the world I lived in, but in this world, it was a curse, such a heavy burden to bear. — D.W. Beam

May there always be peace, love and happiness in every house. — Islom Karimov

Influence is about being genuine. — Johnny Hunt

T is good to do justice because God will kill you and your family whether you do justice or not. — Adam Levin

The librarian, whom I had never seen before, presided over the library like a watchdog, one of those poor dogs who are deliberately made vicious by being chained up and given little to eat; ot better, like the old, toothless cobra, pale because of centuries of darkness, who guards the king's treasure in the Jungle Book. Paglietta, poor woman, was little less than a lusus naturae: she was small, without breasts or hips, waxen, wilted, and monstrously myopic; she wore glasses so thick and concave that, looking at her head-on, her eyes, light blue, almost white, seemed very far away, stuck at the back of her cranium. She gave the impression of never having been young, although she was certainly not more than thirty, and of having been born there, in the shadows, in that vague odor of mildew and stale air. — Primo Levi