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The only way that entire car is worth 500 bucks is if there's a 300 dollar hooker sitting in it. — Jimmy McGill

I am not going to use the federal government's authority deliberately to circumvent the natural inclination of people to live in ethnic homogeneous neighborhoods. — Jimmy Carter

Then read from the treasured volume the poem of thy choice, and lend to the rhyme of the poet the beauty of thy voice. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Understand what part they played. Symmetry. And because I understood that, I understood that a single painting or composition or poem might change the future. Where its influence might end - if it ever did - was a mystery. I had spent lifetimes watching the effects of my choices, and so I knew that Joseph Hannigan was meant to be the very best of them. The world had put him into my hands; I could only guess at its design. But I knew he — Megan Chance

Maria was staring at me like I was wearing purple socks.
'Wow," she said. "That's exactly what music is.'
And then she started crying again. But this time, she wept quietly.
'You understand," she said. 'You really understand. — Sherman Alexie

I lay no claim to advancing scientific data other than advancing flying knowledge. I can only say that I do it because I want to. — Amelia Earhart

I am drawn to humorous art that is ironic. — Dasha Zhukova

I've made a lot of choices, some good, some not so good; how sad for those who merely hitchhike along, never daring to choose at all. — C.J. Heck

With the need for the self in the time of another / I left my seaport grim and dear / knowing good work could be made / in the state governed by both Hope and Despair. — Roman Payne

A collection of plants is not a landscape, any more than a list of choice words is a poem. The merit is in the design, not the material it is expressed in, and the best designs, like the best poems, make ordinary material significant by its arrangement. — Nan Fairbrother

He, who practices right, but in the hope of acquiring great renown, is very near to vice. — Napoleon Bonaparte

Anne?" said Dacy sitting up in bed and propping his chin on his hands, "Anne, where is sleep? People go to sleep every night, and of course I know it's a place where I do things I dream, but I want to know where it is and how to get there and back without knowing anything about it ... and in my nighty too. Where is it? — L.M. Montgomery

A Poem By Maximum Ride
How does one describe freedom,
How can one call themselves free,
How does one sleep at night knowing all the troubles that lay ahead,
If one had a choice to be free or have freedom what does one pick,
How does one even begin to describe the choices of being free,
Freedom is choice,
Freedom is happiness,
Freedom is doing what you want,
Freedom is to fly. — James Patterson

Born in 1910, Wilfrid Thesiger spent his childhood in Ethiopia, or Abyssinia, as it was then called, where his father was an important and much-admired British official. — Michael Dirda

I had always wanted to see the world, and the PGA Tour was always going to be there. — Peter Uihlein

I have been raising money for the past 14 years for diabetes research. — John Ratzenberger

On the way back, Dennis, who has been unusually quiet this lunchtime, speaks up. 'I've been thinking about that Robert Frost poem,' he says. 'I don't think it's about making choices at all.'
'What's it about, so?' Geoff says.
'Anal sex,' Dennis says.
'Anal sex?'
'How'd'you figure, Dennis?'
'Well, once you see it, it's pretty obvious. Just look at what he says. He's in a wood, right? He sees two roads in front of him. He takes the one less travelled. What else could it be about? — Paul Murray

A person who's only suffering can't write a poem. There are choices to be made, and you need to be objective. — Edward Hirsch

My choices are rejections, since there is no other way,
but what I reject is more numerous,
denser, more demanding than before.
A little poem, a sigh, at the cost of indescribable loss. — Wislawa Szymborska