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The light in his eyes was like the sun rising. My knees trembled and my heart quaked. It was powerful and beautiful and perfect. — Kylie Scott

Even if there's controversy, I'm going to make the decision, and people are going to be happy in one instance and unhappy in the next. But that's the job I've been given and the job I'm going to embrace. — Gina McCarthy

I was wholly unprepared for the extraordinary attitude of the medical world in its readiness to condemn anything that smacked of reform or that ran contrary to approved methods of practice. — Elizabeth Kenny

I want to keep an English heart to the team. I believe in that. Michael Owen is that. Never think Michael is afraid of anything. — Gerard Houllier

Believe me, the library is the temple of God. Education is the most sacred religion of all. — Gene Simmons

The world doesn't really need more people who can bend their bodies into amazing positions. What it needs are kinder, more compassionate, generous people. — Donna Farhi

Our souls are not hungry for fame, comfort, wealth, or power. Our souls are hungry for meaning, for the sense that we have figured out how to live so that our lives matter. — Harold S. Kushner

The first purpose of a librarian is to preserve and defend our books. Sometimes, that means dying for them - or making someone else die for them. Tota est scientia. — Rachel Caine

Intelligence collection has been given an additional bureaucracy to correct the problems created by too much bureaucracy in intelligence collection. — P. J. O'Rourke

Consensus is invoked only in situations where the science is not solid enough. — Michael Crichton

Money was tight and Mum used to do two jobs to support us. — Holly Valance

What inspired me to work so hard and to maintain my determination was seeing my mother. She was an immigrant and was struggling in America to make it by; that inspired me to work hard. — Michelle Phan

The stacks of pav have been sprinkled with chutney -
the top half of the inside of the bun is bathed in green chutney, the bottom with red garlic chutney -
and the assistant reaches out with one hand, in one continuous arc of his arm opening the pav, scooping up two of the vadas, one in each nest of pav, and delivering it to the hungry customer. I walk away from the stall and crush the vada by pressing down on it with the pav; little cracks appear in the crispy surface, and the vada oozes out its potato-and-pea mixture. I eat. The crispy batter, the mouthful of sweet-soft pav tempering the heat of the chutney, the spices of the vada mixture - dark with garam masala and studded with whole cloves of garlic that look like cashews - get masticated into a good mouthful, a good mouth-feel. My stomach is getting filled, and I feel I am eating something nourishing after a long spell of sobbing. Borkar has done his dharma. — Suketu Mehta

With mimicry, with praises, with echoes, or with answers, the poets have all but outsung the bell. The inarticulate bell has found too much interpretation, too many rhymes professing to close with her inaccessible utterance, and to agree with her remote tongue. The bell, like the bird, is a musician pestered with literature. — Alice Meynell