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I thought Paulie could jump. I know he's not fleet of foot, but at least have some hops. I guess we know who is not going to win a gold glove. I was trying to become a spokesperson for the U.S. Postal Service. — Billy Koch

Thank God for theater and film and television and my very, very, very lucky life. — Jonathan Banks

The taste for quotations (and for the juxtaposition of incongruous quotations) is a Surrealist taste. — Susan Sontag

When you're supported by people, you always imagine it's people your age who will support you. — Stromae

Nothing wondrous can come in this world unless it rests on the shoulders of kindness. He — Barbara Kingsolver

It takes courage to live your dream and bounce back up when you have been knocked down. Your dreams give you the energy and inspiration to live a great life. — Justin Langer

And so he will see even the real gaping jaws of wild beasts with no less pleasure than those which painters and sculptors show by imitation; and in an old woman and an old man he will be able to see a certain maturity and comeliness; and the attractive loveliness of young persons he will be able to look on with chaste eyes; and many such things will present themselves, not pleasing to every man, but to him only who has become truly familiar with nature and her works. — Marcus Aurelius

Just do what you want, I don't think you should ever ... pointers and tips from people is great, and it's good and I don't think you should ever shun down advice, but if you feel something's wrong, then you don't do it. And that's what I'd say. — Gabrielle Aplin

My wife is the kind of girl who will not go anywhere without her mother, and her mother will go anywhere. — John Barrymore

Every time you hear a car alarm, Ruby said, another New Yorker has gone to hell. — Tom Spanbauer

How good it had felt to be chosen by him, even in the midst of her horror at what was about to happen, at his discovering she was an imposter. It was like being in his arms after he rescued her from falling off the balcony, his fine woolen tunic against her cheek. So much heaven . . . but it could never be. Not for her. She was Avelina the servant, not Dorothea the earl's daughter. Dear heavenly saints. How she wanted him to love her, wanted his love. The pain was so great she doubled over. Lady — Melanie Dickerson