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"Become dust - and they will throw thee in the air; Become stone - and they will throw thee on glass."
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"All things come round to him who will but wait."
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"I try not to violate what came before me and to leave lots of wiggle room for those who will follow."
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"Will cannot be quenched against its will."
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"My fictitious characters will take the bit between their teeth and gallop off and do something that I hadn't counted on. However, I always insist on dragging them back to the straight and narrow."
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"Well, one thing for sure, I won't be remembered for Free Willy. Or maybe I will."
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"Rosa Parks inspired many. She will not be forgotten."
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"In my view, the operas of Carlisle Floyd will find a place in the permanent repertoire."
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"All that a city will ever allow you is an angle on it, an oblique, indirect sample of what it contains, or what passes through it; a point of view."
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"I will no longer be referred to as Miss Steinem of Ms. magazine."
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"Where there's a will - there's a relative!"
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"Words, without power, is mere philosophy."
Power
"But only a brief moment is granted to the brave one breath or two, whose wage is the long nights of the grave."
Religion
"If the object of poetry is, to make men, then poetry is the heir of prophecy."
Poetry
"Destiny is the prison and chain of the ignorant. Understand that destiny like the water of the Nile: Water before the faithful, blood before the unbeliever."
Blood
"The Ego is partly free. partly determined, and reaches fuller freedom by approaching the Individual who is most free: God."
God
"Thou art not for the earth, nor for the Heaven the world is for thee, thou art not for the world."
Art
"Why should I ask the wise men: Whence is my beginning? I am busy with the thought: Where will be my end?"
Beginning
"Since love first made the breast an instrument Of fierce lamenting, by its flame my heart Was molten to a mirror, like a rose I pluck my breast apart, that I may hang This mirror in your sight."
Love
"The scientific observer of Nature is a kind of mystic seeker in the act of prayer."
Nature
"I am a hidden meaning made to defy. The grasp of words, and walk away With free will and destiny. As living, revolutionary clay."
Destiny
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