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Most of the time they buy what other people buy. They move in great schools, like bluefish, all identical. There is safety in numbers. If one wants Schnabel, they all want Schnabel, if one buys a Keith Haring, two hundred Keith Harings will be sold. — Robert Hughes

How could you know what it feels like to fight the hounds of hell? — Sky Ferreira

Some people meditate because they want to get the larger picture on life. It could get kind of discouraging if this was all there was. — Frederick Lenz

You don't simply tell someone to get out there and win the tennis match. You say 'move your feet' or 'watch the fuzz on the ball' to really get into the Zen of it. You pull all that together, and then you just might hold up the Wimbledon Plate ... It's not about winning first place but bringing every element of effort to whatever you do. — Diana Nyad

You're not a leader if you haven't been elected. — Hillary Clinton

I sucked that smoke in and made it part of me, joined mystically with the universe right at that point, said Yes to drugs forever just by the unique hit I got from that one packet of fags Andy liberated from his dad. It was a revelation, an epiphany; a sudden realisation that it was possible for matter - something there in front of you, in your hand, in your lungs, in your pocket - to take your brain apart and reassemble it in ways you hadn't thought of previously. This was better than religion, or this was what people meant by religion! The whole point was that this worked! People said Believe In God or Do Well At School or Buy This or Vote For Me or whatever, but nothing ever worked the way substances worked, nothing ever fucking delivered the way they did. They were truth. Everything else was falsehood. — Iain Banks

David Lynch was very good, very patient with us, and the reaction in the United States seems pretty good. — Richard Farnsworth

Love brings abundance of all kinds. It knows no lack — Joseph Eliezer

Slade and sex went together. He was a walking aphrodisiac, from the top of his head, to the black boots on his feet. — Holly Hood

Cannot it actually be that in a wildly literal sense, unacceptable to one's reason, he meant disappearing in his art, dissolving in his verse, thus leaving of himself, of his nebulous person, nothing but verse? — Vladimir Nabokov