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The right understanding of any matter and a misunderstanding of the same matter do not wholly exclude each other. — Franz Kafka

it was weird. Would you believe it if some supermodel called you up and told you she was your sister?'
Strike thought of his own bizarre family history.
'Probably,' he said. — Robert Galbraith

For me becoming a filmmaker was about taking back my voice - crafting stories that would move away from the problematic narratives that the studio system would put out about Latinos. I think this is why people like my films. They're refreshing. They feel more real. — Aurora Guerrero

A. Huxley died at 69, much too early for such a fierce talent, and I read all his works but actually Point Counter Point did help a bit in carrying me through the factories and the drunk tanks and the unsavory ladies. that book along with Hamsun's Hunger they helped a bit. great books are the ones we need. — Charles Bukowski

I'm not unsympathetic. But do you like me? Because this being gay business doesn't mean you can just throw yourself at any guy and it'll be fine because he's not a girl. There are still people you like and people you don't. — Cassandra Clare

Or like in the early 70's when we had the reaction against acid rock and all the fuzz tone, and feedback, and the noise. And you had James Taylor and everyone went acoustic and that. — Lester Bangs

I lived on the Greek side of Cypress, and I think that's also where my interest in politics really started to come alive. It was the first time that I was told I couldn't go somewhere: My grandfather's house is on the Turkish side, but we were not allowed to go there. — Hannah Simone

Out of Eternity the new day is born; Into Eternity at night will return. — Thomas Carlyle

Can you get a summer snow-globe instead of a winter one with green grass and flowering azalea bushes and blue sky? Because I'm here, inside it. If you shake it, perhaps it fills with black smoke, not swirling snowflakes. — Rosamund Lupton