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A master of origami said he tried to express with paper the joy of life, and the last thought before a man dies. — Tor Udall

Rules are no substitute for character. — Coach K

Our analytical faculties allow us to look critically at our writing and interpret it. Sometimes we make bold, impulsive edits to our poems, but most forms of precision and economy in poetry, it seems to me, are signatures of the analytical mind. — James Arthur

Besides, if I'd decided to pull Carver's spine out of his body, I would've done it already."
"Can you actually do that?"
Curran frowned. "I don't know. I mean theoretically if you broke the spine above the pelvis, you could, but then there are ribs ... I'll have to try it sometime. — Ilona Andrews

Mental prayer in my opinion is nothing else than an intimate sharing between friends; it means taking time frequently to be alone with Him who we know loves us. The important thing is not to think much but to love much and so do that which best stirs you to love. Love is not great delight but desire to please God in everything. — Saint Teresa Of Avila

In life, particularly in public life, psychology is more powerful than logic. — Ludwig Quidde

The last great attempt to free consciousness from the domination of impulses and social controls was psychoanalysis; as Freud pointed out, the two tyrants that fought for control over the mind were the id and the superago, the first a servant of a genes, the second a lackey of society - both representing the "Other". — Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi

Well, Hindsight, have you ever heard of the term Busy Idiot? — Jeremy Robert Johnson

I have no guitar technique. — Warren Zevon

The blame of course belonged to Clyde, who just was not much given to talk. Also, he seemed very little curious himself: Grady, alarmed sometimes by the meagerness of his inquiries and the indifference this might suggest, supplied him liberally with personal information; which isn't to say she always told the truth, how many people in love do? or can? but at least she permitted him enough truth to account more or less accurately for all the life she had lived away from him. It was her feeling, however, that he would as soon not hear her confessions: he seemed to want her to be as elusive, as secretive as he was himself. — Truman Capote