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The grave, where sets the orb of being, sets
To rise, ascend, and culminate above
Eternity's horizon evermore. — Abraham Coles
Forget the floor plans. Arrange the furniture where it is the most comfortable and will look best. — Albert Hadley
I sang in church growing up. Memphis is the blues capital of the world, we like to say. — Justin Timberlake
I hate it!" Charles Wallace cried passionately. "I hate the Dark Thing! — Madeleine L'Engle
But we are mostly what we are, and the turtle stretching toward delicious buds on high does not lighten his carapace by his resolve. — Arthur Miller
Handsome is as handsome does — J.R.R. Tolkien
Being, however, nothing but a woman, condemned to patience, propriety, and petticoats for life, I must respect the house-keeper's opinions, and try to compose myself in some feeble and feminine way. — Wilkie Collins
Mitch Glazer and I went to high school together, and his mother was my English teacher for two years. She was my favorite teacher, and I followed Mitch's career as a journalist, so we've kind of kept in touch over the years. — Mickey Rourke
I'm a great believer in not over-thinking lyrics. You might become technically better as a songwriter, but you lose what originally made your songs great. — Paul Stanley
Eyes are distracting. You see too much. You don't see enough. — Will Graham
The ripe, the golden month has come again, and in Virginia the chinkapins are falling. Frost sharps the middle music of the seasons, and all things living on the earth turn home again ... the fields are cut, the granaries are full, the bins are loaded to the brim with fatness, and from the cider-press the rich brown oozings of the York Imperials run. The bee bores to the belly of the grape, the fly gets old and fat and blue, he buzzes loud, crawls slow, creeps heavily to death on sill and ceiling, the sun goes down in blood and pollen across the bronzed and mown fields of the old October. — Thomas Wolfe