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By the way, for those who are listening, I absolutely define - I have a face for radio. Unfortunately, I've got a voice for print. So I apologize for the sandpaper you're listening to. — Frank Luntz

The success of the Hollywood marketing machine is to limit what we see. Not just to limit what we can see, but also to limit our expectations - to limit what we want to see. — Terry Gilliam

Fifteen minutes later, cold-showered and somewhat clear-headed, I walked into the bar certain of two things. If I was going to stay in my very comfortable closet, I needed to avoid my new boxing trainer. And I needed a fucking drink. — N.R. Walker

I am awake but asleep, a ghost floating in a space that has no beginning or end, just an endless hall of grief. — Ronald L. Smith

What I'd had with most of my school friends hadn't been friendship at all. That had been the habit of the familiar, the reassurance of the unchanged. — Rebecca Starford

My principal sin is doubt. I doubt everything, and am in doubt most of the time. — Leo Tolstoy

I have always been an avid bike rider. Even before I became an avid bike rider, I was an avid bike stealer when I was a kid. I am very educated on bikes. — Bo Jackson

After all, people desire immortality and do not wish to embrace the inescapable reality of death; they long for happiness and shy away from the contemplation of pain; they want to preserve their sense of self, not desconstruction it into fleeting and impersonal components. It is counterintuitive to accept that deathlessness is experienced each moment we are released from the deathlike grip of greed and hatred; that happiness in this world is only possible for those who realized that this world is incapable of providing happiness; that one becomes a fully individuated person only by relinquishing beliefs in an essential self. — Stephen Batchelor

Coldly, sadly descends The autumn evening. The Field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade into dimness apace, Silent; hardly a shout From a few boys late at their play! — Matthew Arnold