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You know, Minister, I disagree with Dumbledore on many counts...but you cannot deny he's got style...
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J.K. Rowling (Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (Harry Potter, #5))
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If cats looked like frogs we'd realize what nasty, cruel little bastards they are. Style. That's what people remember.
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Terry Pratchett (Lords and Ladies (Discworld, #14; Witches, #4))
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My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style.
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Maya Angelou
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Read. Read. Read. Just don't read one type of book. Read different books by various authors so that you develop different style.
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R.L. Stine
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Fashion changes, but style endures.
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Coco Chanel
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I love books, by the way, way more than movies. Movies tell you what to think. A good book lets you choose a few thoughts for yourself. Movies show you the pink house. A good book tells you there's a pink house and lets you paint some of the finishing touches, maybe choose the roof style,park your own car out front. My imagination has always topped anything a movie could come up with. Case in point, those darned Harry Potter movies. That was so not what that part-Veela-chick, Fleur Delacour, looked like.
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Karen Marie Moning (Darkfever (Fever, #1))
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On matters of style, swim with the current, on matters of principle, stand like a rock.
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Thomas Jefferson
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Why change? Everyone has his own style. When you have found it, you should stick to it.
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Audrey Hepburn
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Cut out all these exclamation points. An exclamation point is like laughing at your own joke.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald
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You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style.
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Vladimir Nabokov (Lolita)
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The more you leave out, the more you highlight what you leave in.
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Henry Green
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Omit needless words.
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William Strunk Jr. (The Elements of Style; How to Speak and Write Correctly)
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I've always loved high style in low company.
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Anita Loos
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True friends are like diamonds β bright, beautiful, valuable, and always in style.
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Nicole Richie
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Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.
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Vladimir Nabokov (Lolita)
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Style is not neutral; it gives moral directions.
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Martin Amis
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Style is knowing who you are, what you want to say, and not giving a damn
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Orson Welles
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There are as many styles of beauty as there are visions of happiness.
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Stendhal (Love)
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They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.
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Philip Larkin (High Windows)
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I'm not confused. I'm just well mixed.
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Robert Frost
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The best teachers impart knowledge through sleight of hand, like a magician.
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Kate Betts (My Paris Dream: An Education in Style, Slang, and Seduction in the Great City on the Seine)
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make a radical change in your lifestyle and begin to boldly do things which you may previously never have thought of doing, or been too hesitant to attempt. So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservation, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more damaging to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man's living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun. If you want to get more out of life, you must lose your inclination for monotonous security and adopt a helter-skelter style of life that will at first appear to you to be crazy. But once you become accustomed to such a life you will see its full meaning and its incredible beauty.
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Jon Krakauer (Into the Wild)
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In matters of grave importance, style, not sincerity, is the vital thing.
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Oscar Wilde (The Importance of Being Earnest)
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If you have any young friends who aspire to become writers, the second greatest favor you can do them is to present them with copies of The Elements of Style. The first greatest, of course, is to shoot them now, while theyβre happy.
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Dorothy Parker
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It's better to do a dull thing with style than a dangerous thing without it.
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Charles Bukowski
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A dream is only a dream.. until you decide to make it real
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Harry Styles
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Instinct is a marvelous thing. It can neither be explained nor ignored.
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Agatha Christie (The Mysterious Affair at Styles (Hercule Poirot, #1))
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Hide-and-seek, grown-up style. Wanting to hide. Needing to be sought. Confused about being found.
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Robert Fulghum (All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten: Uncommon Thoughts on Common Things)
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Style is knowing who you are, what you want to say, and not giving a damn.
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Gore Vidal
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A real girl isn't perfect and a perfect girl isn't real.
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Harry Styles
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There was this about vampires : they could never look scruffy. Instead, they were... what was the word... deshabille. It meant untidy, but with bags and bags of style.
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Terry Pratchett (Monstrous Regiment (Discworld, #31; Industrial Revolution, #3))
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Age is just a number, maturity is a choice." -Harry Styles
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One Direction
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Why did the mushroom go to the party?
Because he's a fungi!
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One Direction (One Direction: Forever Young: Our Official X Factor Story)
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Fashions fade, style is eternal.
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Yves Saint-Laurent
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Everybody said, "Follow your heart". I did, it got broken
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Agatha Christie
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Part of their problem was Percy. He fought like a demon, whirling through the defender's ranks in a completely unorthodox style, rolling under their feet, slashing with his sword instead of stabbing like a Roman would, whacking campers with the flat of his blade, and generally causing mass panic.
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Rick Riordan (The Son of Neptune (The Heroes of Olympus, #2))
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God is really only another artist. He invented the giraffe, the elephant and the cat. He has no real style, He just goes on trying other things.
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Pablo Picasso
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You gave too much rein to your imagination. Imagination is a good servant, and a bad master. The simplest explanation is always the most likely.
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Agatha Christie (The Mysterious Affair at Styles (Hercule Poirot, #1))
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Oh, never mind the fashion. When one has a style of one's own, it is always twenty times better.
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Mrs. Oliphant
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Create your own style⦠let it be unique for yourself and yet identifiable for others.
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Anna Wintour
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I don't think you can define love.
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Harry Styles
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In character, in manner, in style, in all the things, the supreme excellence is simplicity
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Favorite Poems)
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In the immemorial style of young men under pressure, they decided to lie down for a while and waste time.
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Michael Chabon (The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay)
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Elegance is refusal.
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Coco Chanel
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It only takes a second to call a girl fat and She'll take a lifetime trying to starve herself.. think before you act.
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Harry Styles
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I'll say God seems to have a kind of laid-back management style I'm not crazy about. I'm pretty much anti-death. God looks by all accounts to be pro-death. I'm not seeing how we can get together on this issue, he and I...
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David Foster Wallace (Infinite Jest)
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Style is the answer to everything.
A fresh way to approach a dull or dangerous thing
To do a dull thing with style is preferable to doing a dangerous thing without it
To do a dangerous thing with style is what I call art
Bullfighting can be an art
Boxing can be an art
Loving can be an art
Opening a can of sardines can be an art
Not many have style
Not many can keep style
I have seen dogs with more style than men,
although not many dogs have style.
Cats have it with abundance.
When Hemingway put his brains to the wall with a shotgun,
that was style.
Or sometimes people give you style
Joan of Arc had style
John the Baptist
Jesus
Socrates
Caesar
GarcΓa Lorca.
I have met men in jail with style.
I have met more men in jail with style than men out of jail.
Style is the difference, a way of doing, a way of being done.
Six herons standing quietly in a pool of water,
or you, naked, walking out of the bathroom without seeing me.
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Charles Bukowski
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California deserves whatever it gets. Californians invented the concept of life-style. This alone warrants their doom.
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Don DeLillo (White Noise)
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Check out that one at the end. He's taken the form of a footstool. Weird...but somehow I like his style."
"That is a footstool.
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Jonathan Stroud (The Golem's Eye (Bartimaeus, #2))
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When you study great teachers... you will learn much more from their caring and hard work than from their style.
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William Glasser
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So you think that you're a failure, do you? Well, you probably are. What's wrong with that? In the first place, if you've any sense at all you must have learned by now that we pay just as dearly for our triumphs as we do for our defeats. Go ahead and fail. But fail with wit, fail with grace, fail with style. A mediocre failure is as insufferable as a mediocre success. Embrace failure! Seek it out. Learn to love it. That may be the only way any of us will ever be free.
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Tom Robbins
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Don't choose the one who is beautiful to the world. But rather, choose the one who makes your world beautiful. -Harry Styles
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Harry Styles
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We are tied down to a language which makes up in obscurity what it lacks in style.
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Tom Stoppard (Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead)
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Teeth are always in style.
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Dr. Seuss
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Blair liked to think of herself as a hopeless romantic in the style of old movie actresses like Audrey Hepburn and Marilyn Monroe. She was always coming up with plot devices for the movie she was starring in at the moment, the movie that was her life.
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Cecily von Ziegesar (Gossip Girl (Gossip Girl, #1))
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I discovered that my obsession for having each thing in the right place, each subject at the right time, each word in the right style, was not the well-deserved reward of an ordered mind but just the opposite: a complete system of pretense invented by me to hide the disorder of my nature. I discovered that I am not disciplined out of virtue but as a reaction to my negligence, that I appear generous in order to conceal my meanness, that I pass myself off as prudent because I am evil-minded, that I am conciliatory in order not to succumb to my repressed rage, that I am punctual only to hide how little I care about other peopleβs time. I learned, in short, that love is not a condition of the spirit but a sign of the zodiac.
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Gabriel GarcΓa MΓ‘rquez (Memories of My Melancholy Whores)
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She said it out loud, the words distributed into a room that was full of cold air and books. Books everywhere! Each wall was armed with overcrowded yet immaculate shelving. It was barely possible to see paintwork. There were all different styles and sizes of lettering on the spines of the black, the red, the gray, the every-colored books. It was one of the most beautiful things Liesel Meminger had ever seen.
With wonder, she smiled.
That such a room existed!
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Markus Zusak (The Book Thief)
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I personally like being unique. I like being my own person with my own style and my own opinions and my own toothbrush.
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Ellen DeGeneres (Seriously... I'm Kidding)
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Yoga is not a religion. It is a science, science of well-being, science of youthfulness, science of integrating body, mind and soul.
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Amit Ray (Yoga and Vipassana: An Integrated Life Style)
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That's kind of a leap, but the Russian judge gave you a nine point five for style, so okay.
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Rachel Caine (Glass Houses (The Morganville Vampires, #1))
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Since I don't smoke, I decided to grow a mustache - it is better for the health.
However, I always carried a jewel-studded cigarette case in which, instead of tobacco, were carefully placed several mustaches, Adolphe Menjou style. I offered them politely to my friends: "Mustache? Mustache? Mustache?"
Nobody dared to touch them. This was my test regarding the sacred aspect of mustaches.
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Salvador DalΓ (DalΓ's Mustache)
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Introversion- along with its cousins sensitivity, seriousness, and shyness- is now a second-class personality trait, somewhere between a disappointment and a pathology. Introverts living in the Extrovert Ideal are like women in a man's world, discounted because of a trait that goes to the core of who they are. Extroversion is an enormously appealing personality style, but we've turned it into an oppressive standard to which most of us feel we must conform.
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Susan Cain (Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can't Stop Talking)
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Seriously, who has monogrammed pajamas?
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Rick Riordan (The Last Olympian (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, #5))
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My first real crush was... Louis Tomlinson.
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Harry Styles
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As honest as you can expect a man to be in a world where its going out of style.
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Raymond Chandler (The Big Sleep (Philip Marlowe, #1))
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To do a dull thing with style-now that's what I call art.
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Charles Bukowski
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Besides, if you're going to die horribly, you might as well do it with style.
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Jonathan Stroud (The Ring of Solomon (Bartimaeus, #0.5))
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It only takes a second for you to call a girl fat and she will starve herself for the rest of her life. Think before you act.
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Harry Styles
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Everything must be taken into account. If the fact will not fit the theory---let the theory go.
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Agatha Christie (The Mysterious Affair at Styles (Hercule Poirot, #1))
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You know I'll be
Your Life
Your Voice
Your Reason To Be
My Love
My Heart
Is Breathing For this
Moment in Time
I'll Find the words to say
Before You leave me Today
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One Direction
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We have a choice..To Live or To Exist.
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Harry Styles
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If I was on the road to Hell, at least I was going in style.
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Jim Butcher (Changes (The Dresden Files, #12))
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But I think the first real change in womenβs body image came when JLo turned it butt-style. That was the first time that having a large-scale situation in the back was part of mainstream American beauty. Girls wanted butts now. Men were free to admit that they had always enjoyed them. And then, what felt like moments later, boomβBeyoncΓ© brought the leg meat. A back porch and thick muscular legs were now widely admired. And from that day forward, women embraced their diversity and realized that all shapes and sizes are beautiful. Ah ha ha. No. Iβm totally messing with you. All Beyonce and JLo have done is add to the laundry list of attributes women must have to qualify as beautiful. Now every girl is expected to have Caucasian blue eyes, full Spanish lips, a classic button nose, hairless Asian skin with a California tan, a Jamaican dance hall ass, long Swedish legs, small Japanese feet, the abs of a lesbian gym owner, the hips of a nine-year-old boy, the arms of Michelle Obama, and doll tits. The person closest to actually achieving this look is Kim Kardashian, who, as we know, was made by Russian scientists to sabotage our athletes.
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Tina Fey (Bossypants)
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Never use the word βcheapβ. Today everybody can look chic in inexpensive clothes (the rich buy them too). There is good clothing design on every level today. You can be the chicest thing in the world in a T-shirt and jeans β itβs up to you.
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Karl Lagerfeld
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And I'd marry you, Harry. Because it rhymes.
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Louis Tomlinson
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And as for you, stop having curly hair!
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Louis Tomlinson
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Kitsch is the inability to admit that shit exists
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Milan Kundera
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Think about a good memory, she whispers in my mind. Remember a moment when you loved him.
And just like that, I do.
"What did the fish say when it hit a concrete wall?" he asked me. We're sitting on the bank of a stream and he's tying a fly onto my fishing rod, wearing a cowboy hat and red lumberjack-style flannel shirt over a gray tee. So adorable.
"What?" I say, he grins. Unbelievable of how gorgeous he is. And that he's mine. He loves me and I love him.
"Dam!" he says.
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Cynthia Hand (Unearthly (Unearthly, #1))
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One is never over-dressed or underdressed with a Little Black Dress.
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Karl Lagerfeld
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So long as they (the Proles) continued to work and breed, their other activities were without importance. Left to themselves, like cattle turned loose upon the plains of Argentina, they had reverted to a style of life that appeared to be natural to them, a sort of ancestral pattern...Heavy physical work, the care of home and children, petty quarrels with neighbors, films, football, beer and above all, gambling filled up the horizon of their minds. To keep them in control was not difficult.
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George Orwell (1984)
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Every murderer is probably somebody's old friend.
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Agatha Christie (The Mysterious Affair at Styles (Hercule Poirot, #1))
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Grover wore his fake feet and his pants to pass as human. He wore a green rasta-style cap, because when it rained his curly hair flattened and you could just see the tips of his horns. His bright orange backpack was full of scrap metal and apples to snack on. In his pocket was a set of reed pipes his daddy goat had carved for him, even though he only knew two songs: Mozart's Piano Concerto no. 12 and Hilary Duff's "So Yesterday," both of which sounded pretty bad on reed pipes.
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Rick Riordan (The Lightning Thief (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, #1))
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Elegance is a glowing inner peace. Grace is an ability to give as well as to receive and be thankful. Mystery is a hidden laugh always ready to surface! Glamour only radiates if there is a sublime courage & bravery within: glamour is like the moon; it only shines because the sun is there.
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The overman...Who has organized the chaos of his passions, given style to his character, and become creative. Aware of life's terrors, he affirms life without resentment.
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Friedrich Nietzsche
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No matter how subtle the wizard, a knife between the shoulder blades will seriously cramp his style.
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Steven Brust
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So long as I remain alive and well I shall continue to feel strongly about prose style, to love the surface of the earth, and to take a pleasure in solid objects and scraps of useless information.
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George Orwell (Why I Write)
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All the time Iβve knowed you, Jack, you kept the door to that heart of yers locked up tight an the key hid away. Looks like she found it.
He says nothing. Molly waits. Then:
Keys ainβt her style, he says. She kicked the door down.
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Moira Young (Rebel Heart (Dust Lands, #2))
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I'd like to repeat the advice that I gave you before, in that I think you really should make a radical change in your lifestyle and begin to boldly do things which you may previously never have thought of doing, or been too hesitant to attempt. So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservatism, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more damaging to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man's living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.
If you want to get more out of life, Ron, you must lose your inclination for monotonous security and adopt a helter-skelter style of life that will at first appear to you to be crazy. But once you become accustomed to such a life you will see its full meaning and its incredible beauty. And so, Ron, in short, get out of Salton City and hit the Road. I guarantee you will be very glad you did. But I fear that you will ignore my advice. You think that I am stubborn, but you are even more stubborn than me. You had a wonderful chance on your drive back to see one of the greatest sights on earth, the Grand Canyon, something every American should see at least once in his life. But for some reason incomprehensible to me you wanted nothing but to bolt for home as quickly as possible, right back to the same situation which you see day after day after day. I fear you will follow this same inclination in the future and thus fail to discover all the wonderful things that God has placed around us to discover.
Don't settle down and sit in one place. Move around, be nomadic, make each day a new horizon. You are still going to live a long time, Ron, and it would be a shame if you did not take the opportunity to revolutionize your life and move into an entirely new realm of experience.
You are wrong if you think Joy emanates only or principally from human relationships. God has placed it all around us. It is in everything and anything we might experience. We just have to have the courage to turn against our habitual lifestyle and engage in unconventional living.
My point is that you do not need me or anyone else around to bring this new kind of light in your life. It is simply waiting out there for you to grasp it, and all you have to do is reach for it. The only person you are fighting is yourself and your stubbornness to engage in new circumstances.
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Jon Krakauer (Into the Wild)
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I think you have to take me for me. I am who I am.
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Harry Styles
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Love is that condition in the human spirit so profound that it allows me to survive, and better than that, to thrive with passion, compassion, and style.
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Maya Angelou
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Women who focus on style over substance usually find themselves in a big fucking hole, with other men who want to fuck the hole. Oh so smooth, and none sophistacted. Because, you know, how sophisticated can hole-fucking really be
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Emilie Autumn
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God seems to have a kind of laid-back management style Iβm not crazy about.
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David Foster Wallace (Infinite Jest)
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Woah! Calm down, Curly!
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Louis Tomlinson
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She liked Harry Styles a few years ago, and now she likes that white-bread, absolute fucking baguette of a lad from Call Me by Your Name.
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Eliza Clark (Boy Parts)
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A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell
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Harry Styles
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a real girl isnt perfect a perfect girl isnt real
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Harry Styles (Dare to Dream: Life as One Direction (100% Official))
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Let's go crazy, crazy, crazy 'til we see the sun. I know we only met but lets pretend its love. And never, never, never stop for anyone. Tonight lets get some and live when we're young! β«
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One Direction
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Giving styleβ to oneβs character - a great and rare art! It is exercised by those who see all the strengths and weaknesses of their own natures and then comprehend them in an artistic plan until everything appears as art and reason and even weakness delights the eye.
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Friedrich Nietzsche
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Well, Vin says that there's something behind all this, right? Some evil force of doom or whatever? Well, if I were said force of doom, then I certainly wouldn't have used my powers to turn the land black. It just lacks flair. Red. Now, that would be an interesting color. Think of the possibilities--if the ash were red, the rivers would run like blood. Black is so monotonous that you can forget about it, but red--you'd always be thinking, 'Why, look at that. That hill is red. That evil force of doom trying to destroy me certainly has style.
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Brandon Sanderson (The Hero of Ages (Mistborn, #3))
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It's not very easy to grow up into a woman. We are always taught, almost bombarded, with ideals of what we should be at every age in our lives: "This is what you should wear at age twenty", "That is what you must act like at age twenty-five", "This is what you should be doing when you are seventeen." But amidst all the many voices that bark all these orders and set all of these ideals for girls today, there lacks the voice of assurance. There is no comfort and assurance. I want to be able to say, that there are four things admirable for a woman to be, at any age! Whether you are four or forty-four or nineteen! It's always wonderful to be elegant, it's always fashionable to have grace, it's always glamorous to be brave, and it's always important to own a delectable perfume! Yes, wearing a beautiful fragrance is in style at any age!
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People often ask me why my style is so simple. It is, in fact, deceptively simple, for no two sentences are alike. It is clarity that I am striving to attain, not simplicity.
Of course, some people want literature to be difficult and there are writers who like to make their readers toil and sweat. They hope to be taken more seriously that way. I have always tried to achieve a prose that is easy and conversational. And those who think this is simple should try it for themselves.
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Ruskin Bond (Best Of Ruskin Bond)
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I would make Harry my personal slave and would make him drive me places.
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Liam Payne
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Exercises are like prose, whereas yoga is the poetry of movements. Once you understand the grammar of yoga; you can write your poetry of movements.
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Amit Ray (Yoga and Vipassana: An Integrated Life Style)
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Fashion is a language that creates itself in clothes to interpret reality.
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Karl Lagerfeld
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A writer's style reveals something of his spirit, his habits, his capacites, his bias...it is the Self escaping into the open.
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E.B. White
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True character is revealed in the choices a human being makes under pressure - the greater the pressure, the deeper the revelation, the truer the choice to the character's essential nature.
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Robert McKee (Story: Substance, Structure, Style, and the Principles of Screenwriting)
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With Snorri troubles were always put front and centre and dealt with. My style was more to shove them under the rug until the floor got too uneven to navigate, and then to move house.
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Mark Lawrence (Prince of Fools (The Red Queen's War, #1))
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Yeah, well, not many boys take their girls out on a duck shoot with them as target for a first date. You have to give me points for style.
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Joss Stirling (Finding Sky (Benedicts, #1))
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Self-observation is the first step of inner unfolding.
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Amit Ray (Yoga and Vipassana: An Integrated Life Style)
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One should either be a work of art, or wear a work of art.
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Oscar Wilde
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Harry Styles (Dare to Dream: Life as One Direction (100% Official))
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We all are so deeply interconnected; we have no option but to love all. Be kind and do good for any one and that will be reflected. The ripples of the kind heart are the highest blessings of the Universe.
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Amit Ray (Yoga and Vipassana: An Integrated Life Style)
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An appreciative listener is always stimulating.
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Agatha Christie (The Mysterious Affair at Styles (Hercule Poirot, #1))
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If at first you donβt succeed, failure may be your style.
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Quentin Crisp (The Naked Civil Servant; How To Become A Virgin; Resident Alien)
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Whatever does not pretend at all has style enough.
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Booth Tarkington (The Magnificent Ambersons)
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She's beautiful,' he murmured.
'She's a metre across the hips, easily,' said Julia.
'That is her style of beauty,' said Winston.
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George Orwell (1984)
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If anyone is unwilling to descend into himself, because this is too painful, he will remain superficial in his writing. . . If I perform to myself, then itβs this that the style expresses. And then the style cannot be my own. If you are unwilling to know what you are, your writing is a form of deceit.
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Ludwig Wittgenstein
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It's funny, but certain faces seem to go in and out of style. You look at old photographs and everybody has a certain look to them, almost as if they're related. Look at pictures from ten years later and you can see that there's a new kind of face starting to predominate, and that the old faces are fading away and vanishing, never to be seen again.
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Alan Moore (Watchmen)
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Weβre so caught up in our everyday lives that events of the past, like ancient stars that have burned out, are no longer in orbit around our minds. There are just too many things we have to think about every day, too many new things we have to learn. New styles, new information, new technology, new terminology β¦ But still, no matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim, there are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away. They remain with us forever, like a touchstone.
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Haruki Murakami (Kafka on the Shore)
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Yoga is the art work of awareness on the canvas of body, mind, and soul.
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Amit Ray (Yoga and Vipassana: An Integrated Life Style)
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Absurdity and antiβabsurdity are the two poles of creative energy.
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Karl Lagerfeld
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Give it up for Harry Pottery
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Niall Horan
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My worst habit is...getting naked all the time haha...sorry.
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Harry Styles
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Remember people you may not be plastic...but you are fantastic! never forget that
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Louis Tomlinson
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Introverts need to trust their gut and share their ideas as powerfully as they can. This does not mean aping extroverts; ideas can be shared quietly, they can be communicated in writing, they can be packaged into highly produced lectures, they can be advanced by allies. The trick for introverts is to honor their own styles instead of allowing themselves to be swept up by prevailing norms.
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Susan Cain (Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can't Stop Talking)
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Will somebody hold me?
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Harry Styles
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The woman is the most perfect doll that i have dressed with delight and admiration.
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Karl Lagerfeld
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Anyway, there is one thing I have learned and that is not to dress uncomfortably, in styles which hurt: winklepicker shoes that cripple your feet and tight pants that squash your balls. Indian clothes are better.
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George Harrison
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Nico sighed in exasperation. He hated working with other people. They were always cramping his style, making him uncomfortable. And Will Solace β¦ Nico revised his impression of the son of Apollo. Heβd always thought of Will as easygoing and laid back. Apparently he could also be stubborn and aggravating.
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Rick Riordan (The Blood of Olympus (The Heroes of Olympus, #5))
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It often happens that the real tragedies of life occur in such
an inartistic manner that they hurt us by their crude violence, their
absolute incoherence, their absurd want of meaning, their entire lack
of style. They affect us just as vulgarity affects us. They give us
an impression of sheer brute force, and we revolt against that.
Sometimes, however, a tragedy that possesses artistic elements of
beauty crosses our lives. If these elements of beauty are real, the
whole thing simply appeals to our sense of dramatic effect. Suddenly
we find that we are no longer the actors, but the spectators of the
play. Or rather we are both. We watch ourselves, and the mere wonder
of the spectacle enthralls us.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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Luxury is the ease of a t-shirt in a very expensive dress.
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Karl Lagerfeld
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When you find that people are not telling you the truth---look out!
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Agatha Christie (The Mysterious Affair at Styles (Hercule Poirot, #1))
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I am a fashion person, and fashion is not only about clothes -- it's about all kinds of change
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Karl Lagerfeld
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Written in these walls are the stories that I can't explain
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Harry Styles
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I want everyone to wear what they want and mix it in their own way. That, to me, is what is modern.
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Karl Lagerfeld
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So it's true what they say about warlocks, then?"
Alec gave him a very unpleasant look. "What's true?"
"Alexander," said Magnus coldly, and Clary met Simon's eyes across the table. Hers were wide, green, and full of an expression that said Uh-oh. "You can't be rude to everyone who talks to me."
Alec made a wide, sweeping gesture. "And why not? Cramping your style, am I? I mean, maybe you were hoping to flirt with werewolf boy here. He's pretty attractive, if you like the messy-haired, broad-shouldered, chiseled-good-looks type."
"Hey, now," said Jordan mildly.
Magnus put his head in his hands.
"Or there are plenty of pretty girls here, since apparently your taste goes both ways, Is there anything you aren't into?"
"Mermaids," said Magnus into his fingers. "They always smell like seaweed."
"It's not funny," Alec said savagely, and kicking back his chair, he got up from the table and stalked off into the crowd.
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Cassandra Clare (City of Fallen Angels (The Mortal Instruments, #4))
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Later that sweltering evening, I climbed into my tiny tent and lay down on top of my bedroll, twisting the lighter blanket around me mummy-style.
Ren ducked his head in to check on me and laughed. βDo you always do that?β
βOnly when camping.β
βYou know bugs can still get in there.β
βDonβt say that. I like to live in ignorance.
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Colleen Houck (Tiger's Voyage (The Tiger Saga, #3))
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I won't give up till we surrender!
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Harry Styles
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Mary? She's mine.
Yeah, but we had that thing...
SHE'S MINE!
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Louis Tomlinson
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I find it interesting that the meanest life, the poorest existence, is attributed to God's will, but as human beings become more affluent, as their living standard and style begin to ascend the material scale, God descends the scale of responsibility at commensurate speed.
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Maya Angelou
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I would never want to live anywhere but Baltimore. You can look far and wide, but you'll never discover a stranger city with such extreme style. It's as if every eccentric in the South decided to move north, ran out of gas in Baltimore, and decided to stay.
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John Waters (Shock Value: A Tasteful Book About Bad Taste)
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Women waste so much time wearing no perfume. As for me, in every step that I have taken in life, I have been accompanied by an exquisite perfume!
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C. JoyBell C.
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If reshaping a life style boils down to pretending and dwindling into a world of make-believe, living may turn into a schizophrenic merry-go-round and the real self might be crunched and munched on, piece by piece. (βHe did not know that she knewβ)
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Erik Pevernagie
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There's something different about you," he says.
"I've started styling my hair differently," I laugh.
"Oh. I thought it was that you were three feet taller, a hell of a lot broader, look like a werewolf, and are naked expect for that bit of cloth around your waist. But you're right - it's the hair.
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Darren Shan (Wolf Island (The Demonata, #8))
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Made a lot of changes
But not forgetting who i was
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One Direction
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GOT OUTTA MY KITCHEN!!!
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Harry Styles
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Introverts living under the Extroversion Ideal are like women in a manβs world, discounted because of a trait that goes to the core of who they are. Extroversion is an enormously appealing personality style, but weβve turned it into an oppressive standard to which most of us feel we must conform
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Susan Cain
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Sometimes I feel sure he is as mad as a hatter and then, just as he is at his maddest, I find there is a method in his madness.
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Agatha Christie (The Mysterious Affair at Styles (Hercule Poirot, #1))
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And you still have to sqeeze into your jeans, but you're perfect to me..
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Harry Styles
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We all are so deeply interconnected; we have no option but to love all.
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Amit Ray (Yoga and Vipassana: An Integrated Life Style)
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Soviet-style communism failed, not because it was intrinsically evil, but because it was flawed. It allowed too few people to usurp too much power. Twenty-first century market capitalism, American-style, will fail for the same reasons. Both are edifices constructed by human intelligence, undone by human nature.
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Arundhati Roy
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A fine work of art - music, dance, painting, story - has the power to silence the chatter in the mind and lift us to another place.
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Robert McKee (Story: Substance, Structure, Style, and the Principles of Screenwriting)
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It only takes a Minute to call a girl fat and a lifetime starving herself
Think before you act
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Harry Styles
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Who are we, who is each one of us, if not a combination of experiences, information, books we have read, things imagined? Each life is an encyclopedia, a library, an inventory of objects, a series of styles, and everything can be constantly shuffled and reordered in every way conceivable.
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Italo Calvino (Six Memos For The Next Millennium)
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Art is the process of evoking pity and terror, which is not abstract at all but very human. What the self-styled modern artists are doing is a sort of unemotional pseudointellectual masturbation . . . whereas creative art is more like intercourse, in which the artist must seduce -- render emotional -- his audience, each time.
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Robert A. Heinlein (Stranger in a Strange Land)
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Exercises are like prose, whereas yoga is the poetry of movements.
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Amit Ray (Yoga and Vipassana: An Integrated Life Style)
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Yoga is not just repetation of few postures - it is more about the exploration and discovery of the subtle energies of life.
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Amit Ray (Yoga and Vipassana: An Integrated Life Style)
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Reinvent new combinations of what you already own. Improvise. Become more creative. Not because you have to, but because you want to. Evolution is the secret for the next step.
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Karl Lagerfeld
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A broken heart isn't so much the loss of the person as it is the loss of your dreams with that person.
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Diane Les Becquets (Love, Cajun Style)
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As history confirms, people will change their minds about almost anything, from which god they worship to how they style their hair. But when it comes to existential judgments, human beings in general have an unfalteringly good opinion of themselves and their condition in this world and are steadfastly confident they are not a collection of self-conscious nothings.
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Thomas Ligotti (The Conspiracy Against the Human Race)
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Sometimes comfort doesn't matter. When a shoe is freakin' fabulous, it may be worth a subsequent day of misery. Soak in Epsom salts and take comfort in the fact that you're better than everyone else.
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Clinton Kelly
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We have a choice to live or exist!
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Harry Styles
β
Very well, I promise. So, what did you get for me?" Angeline paused for a beat. "Jeans." "What?" croaked Artemis. "And a T-shirt" ...Artemis took several breaths. "Does the T-shirt have any writing on it?" A rustling of paper crackled through the phone's speakers. "Yes, it's so cool. There's a picture of a boy who for some reason has no neck and only three fingers on each hand, and behind him in this sort of graffiti style is the words RANDOMOSIY. I don't know what that means but it sounds really current." Randomosity though Artemis, and he felt like weeping.
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Eoin Colfer (The Atlantis Complex (Artemis Fowl, #7))
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Whatever it takes its fine.
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Harry Styles (Dare to Dream: Life as One Direction (100% Official))
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Meditate, Visualize and Create your own reality and the universe will simply reflect back to you.
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Amit Ray (Yoga and Vipassana: An Integrated Life Style)
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Your comfort zone is a place where you keep yourself in a self-illusion and nothing can grow there but your potentiality can grow only when you can think and grow out of that zone.
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Rashedur Ryan Rahman
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He could wear hats. He could wear an assortment of hats of different shapes and styles. Boater hats, cowboy hats, bowler hats. The list went on. Pork-pie hats, bucket hats, trillbies and panamas. Top hats, straw hats, trapper hats. Wide brim narrow brim, stingy brim. He could wear a fez. Fezzes were cool. Hadn't someone once said that fezzes were cool? He was pretty aur ether had. And they were. They were cool.
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Derek Landy (Kingdom of the Wicked (Skulduggery Pleasant, #7))
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A real girl isn't perfect, and a perfect girl isn't real.
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Harry Styles
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I feel like I've woken up with suddenly more facial hair and a deeper voice.
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Harry Styles
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Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
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Maya Angelou (Phenomenal Woman: Four Poems Celebrating Women)
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First rule of cleavage: it's not how low you go, but where and when you show.
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Elisabeth Dale
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Passion isn't a path through the woods. Passion is the woods. It's the deepest, wildest part of the forest; the grove where the fairies still dance and obscene old vipers snooze in the boughs. Everybody but the most dried up and dysfunctional is drawn to the grove and enchanted by its mysteries, but then they just can't wait to call in the chain saws and bulldozers and replace it with a family-style restaurant or a new S and L. That's the payoff, I guess. Safety. Security. Certainty. Yes, indeed. Well, remember this, pussy latte: we're not involved in a 'relationship,' you and I, we're involved in a collision. Collisions don't much lend themselves to secure futures...
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Tom Robbins (Half Asleep in Frog Pajamas)
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<β¦>"You're part-goof all class. Never walked in a room, any room, with a woman on my arm, any woman, who's got your looks, your style, the kinda beauty you got and the light that shines from you. So I don't get it. I don't get how a woman leads a life full of shit and comes out of it bein' part-goof and all class. That shit's impossible but there you fuckin' are. Part-goof, all class."
I felt my breath coming fast but managed to whisper, "I'm not part-goof."
"You're right. I was bein' nice. You're a total goof."
"Am not"
"Babe, you call me 'hubby'," he pointed out but my breath came faster because he called me "babe" again.
"You are my hubby."
"No one says hubby," he told me.
"I do," I told him.
"All right, I'll rephrase. No one but a goof says hubby."β¦.<β¦>
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Kristen Ashley (Lady Luck (Colorado Mountain, #3))
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If this is your idea of glamour, I'm having second thoughts about letting you make me over.
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Cassandra Clare (City of Bones (The Mortal Instruments, #1))
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Buy what you donβt have yet, or what you really want, which can be mixed with what you already own. Buy only because something excites you, not just for the simple act of shopping.
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Karl Lagerfeld
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One of the really bad things you can do to your writing is to dress up the vocabulary, looking for long words because you're maybe a little bit ashamed of your short ones. This is like dressing up a household pet in evening clothes. The pet is embarrassed and the person who committed this act of premeditated cuteness should be even more embarrassed.
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Stephen King (On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft)
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This kind of thing doesn't seem to bother most people. Given the chance, people are surprisingly frank when they talk about themselves. "I'm honest and open to a ridiculous degree," they'll say, or "I'm thin-skinned and not the type who gets along easily in the world." Or "I am very good at sensing others' true feelings." But any number of times I've seen people who say they're easily hurt hurt other people for no apparent reason. Self-styled honest and open people, without realizing what they're doing, blithely use some self-serving excuse to get what they want. And those "good at sensing others' true feelings" are duped by the most transparent flattery. It's enough to make me ask the question: How well do we really know ourselves?
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Haruki Murakami (Sputnik Sweetheart)
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He paused, twisting his goatee, considering the law in Deuteronomy that forbade clothes with mixed fibers. A problematic bit of Scripture. A matter that required thought. "Only the devil wants man to have a wide range of lightweight and comfortable styles to choose from," he murmured at last, trying out a new proverb. "Although there may be no forgiveness for polyester. On this one matter, Satan and the Lord are in agreement.
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Joe Hill (Horns)
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People whose history and future were threatened each day by extinction considered that it was only by divine intervention that they were able to live at all. I find it interesting that the meanest life, the poorest existence, is attributed to God's will, but as human beings become more affluent, as their living standard and style begin to ascend the material scale, God descends the scale of responsibility at a commensurate speed.
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Maya Angelou (I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings (Maya Angelou's Autobiography, #1))
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He went farther into the shadows to exchange his pants for the leather breeches. Too bad. When he emerged again, he looked pretty good even though it wasnβt his style. And he was lucky there were no tights, after all. He tilted his head.
'You like it.'
'Shut up.' I blushed. I hated vampire extrasensory perception. It wasnβt fair that he could hear my heartbeat or smell my skin or what ever.
'Girls are so weird.'
Kieran snorted. 'No kidding.'
'Please, you two were fighting ten minutes ago, and now youβre the best of friends?' I said witheringly. 'Guys are weird.
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Alyxandra Harvey (My Love Lies Bleeding (Drake Chronicles, #1))
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Yes, I read. I have that absurd habit. I like beautiful poems, moving poetry, and all the beyond of that poetry. I am extraordinarily sensitive to those poor, marvelous words left in our dark night by a few men I never knew.
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Louis Aragon (Treatise on Style)
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What did Nabokov and Joyce have in common, apart from the poor teeth and the great prose? Exile, and decades of near pauperism. A compulsive tendency to overtip. An uxoriousness that their wives deservedly inspired. More than that, they both lived their lives 'beautifully'--not in any Jamesian sense (where, besides, ferocious solvency would have been a prerequisite), but in the droll fortitude of their perseverance. They got the work done, with style.
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Martin Amis (Experience: A Memoir)
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We are all wired into a survival trip now. No more of the speed that fueled that 60's. That was the fatal flaw in Tim Leary's trip. He crashed around America selling "consciousness expansion" without ever giving a thought to the grim meat-hook realities that were lying in wait for all the people who took him seriously... All those pathetically eager acid freaks who thought they could buy Peace and Understanding for three bucks a hit. But their loss and failure is ours too. What Leary took down with him was the central illusion of a whole life-style that he helped create... a generation of permanent cripples, failed seekers, who never understood the essential old-mystic fallacy of the Acid Culture: the desperate assumption that somebody... or at least some force - is tending the light at the end of the tunnel.
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Hunter S. Thompson (Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas)
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The woman knows from living with the abusive man that there are no simple answers. Friends say: βHeβs mean.β But she knows many ways in which he has been good to her. Friends say: βHe treats you that way because he can get away with it. I would never let someone treat me that way.β But she knows that the times when she puts her foot down the most firmly, he responds by becoming his angriest and most intimidating. When she stands up to him, he makes her pay for itβsooner or later. Friends say: βLeave him.β But she knows it wonβt be that easy. He will promise to change. Heβll get friends and relatives to feel sorry for him and pressure her to give him another chance. Heβll get severely depressed, causing her to worry whether heβll be all right. And, depending on what style of abuser he is, she may know that he will become dangerous when she tries to leave him. She may even be concerned that he will try to take her children away from her, as some abusers do.
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Lundy Bancroft (Why Does He Do That?: Inside the Minds of Angry and Controlling Men)
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Suffering in the path of Christian obedience, with joy - because the steadfast love of the Lord is better than life (Psalm 63:3) - is the clearest display of the worth of God in our lives. Therefore, faith-filled suffering is essential in this world for the most intense, authentic worship. When we are most satisfied with God in suffering, he will be most glorified in us in worship. Our problem is not styles of music. Our problem is styles of life. When we embrace more affliction for the worth of Christ, there will be more fruit in the worship of Christ.
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John Piper (Tested by Fire: The Fruit of Suffering in the Lives of John Bunyan, William Cowper and David Brainerd.)
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Music is a matter of taste. Bitching at someone for liking a certain style of music is like yelling at someone for liking broccoli with melted cheese (which, might I add, is awesome). I donβt understand why there are so many snobs out there who deem it necessary to force-feed their opinions to others, and claim that their experience i...n the matter makes their statement any more credible than the next, when, as I said before, its all a matter of taste. If you dig it, awesome. If you donβt, awesome. Its just another plate being served at the worldβs biggest (in this case musical) buffet. Donβt make some kid feel guilty for listening to what he / she enjoys.
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Alex Gaskarth
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Not to know one's true identity is to be a mad, disensouled thing β a golem. And, indeed, this image, sick-eningly Orwellian, applies to the mass of human beings now living in the high-tech industrial democracies. Their authenticity lies in their ability to obey and follow mass style changes that are conveyed through the media. Immersed in junk food, trash media, and cryp-tofascist politics, they are condemned to toxic lives of low awareness. Sedated by the prescripted daily television fix, they are a living dead, lost to all but the act of consuming.
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Terence McKenna (Food of the Gods: The Search for the Original Tree of Knowledge)
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Understand: people judge you by appearances, the image you project through your
actions, words, and style. If you do not take control of this process, then people will see
and define you the way they want to, often to your detriment. You might think that
being consistent with this image will make others respect and trust you, but in fact it is
the oppositeβover time you seem predictable and weak. Consistency is an illusion
anywayβeach passing day brings changes within you. You must not be afraid to
express these evolutions. The powerful learn early in life that they have the freedom to
mold their image, fitting the needs and moods of the moment. In this way, they keep
others off balance and maintain an air of mystery. You must follow this path and find
great pleasure in reinventing yourself, as if you were the author writing your own
drama
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50 Cent (The 50th Law)
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We must take arms each and every day, perhaps knowing that the battle cannot be entirely won, but fight we must, if only a gentle bout. The smallest effort to win means, at the end of each day, a sort of victory. Remember that pianist who said that if he did not pratice every day he would know, if he did not practice for two days, the critics would know, after three days, his audiences would know.
A variation of this is true for writers. Not that your style, whatever that is, would melt out of shape in those few days.
But what would happen is that the world would catch up with and try to sicken you. If you did not write every day, the poisons would accumulate and you would begin to die, or act crazy, or both.
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Ray Bradbury (Zen in the Art of Writing: Essays on Creativity)
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You cannot reconcile creativeness with technical achievement. You may be perfect in playing the piano, and not be creative. You may be able to handle color, to put paint on canvas most cleverly, and not be a creative painter...having lost the song, we pursue the singer. We learn from the singer the technique of song, but there is no song; and I say the song is essential, the joy of singing is essential. When the joy is there, the technique can be built up from nothing; you will invent your own technique, you won't have to study elocution or style. When you have, you see, and the very seeing of beauty is an art.
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J. Krishnamurti
β
You donβt need fashion designers when you are young. Have faith in your own bad taste. Buy the cheapest thing in your local thrift shop - the clothes that are freshly out of style with even the hippest people a few years older than you. Get on the fashion nerves of your peers, not your parents - that is the key to fashion leadership. Ill-fitting is always stylish. But be more creative - wear your clothes inside out, backward, upside down. Throw bleach in a load of colored laundry. Follow the exact opposite of the dry cleaning instructions inside the clothes that cost the most in your thrift shop. Donβt wear jewelry - stick Band-Aids on your wrists or make a necklace out of them. Wear Scotch tape on the side of your face like a bad face-lift attempt. Mismatch your shoes. Best yet, do as Mink Stole used to do: go to the thrift store the day after Halloween, when the childrenβs trick-or-treat costumes are on sale, buy one, and wear it as your uniform of defiance.
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John Waters (Role Models)
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Whatever you proclaim as your identity here in the material realm is also your drag. You are not your religion. You are not your skin color. You are not your gender, your politics, your career, or your marital status. You are none of the superficial things that this world deems important. The real you is the energy force that created the entire universe!
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RuPaul (Workin' It! Rupaul's Guide to Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Style)
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Beati bellicosi. Blessed are the warriors.β
βGood organization,β said Magnus. βI knew the man who founded it, back in the 1800s. Woolsey Scott. Respectable old werewolf family.β
Alec made an ugly sound in the back of his throat. βDid you sleep with him, too?β
Magnusβs cat eyes widened. βAlexander!β
βWell, I donβt know anything about your past, do I?β Alec demanded. βYou wonβt tell me anything; you just say it doesnβt matter.β
Magnusβs face was expressionless, but there was a dark tinge of anger to his voice. βDoes this mean every time I mention anyone Iβve ever met, youβre going to ask me if I had an affair with them?β
Alecβs expression was stubborn, but Simon couldnβt help having a flash of sympathy; the hurt behind his blue eyes was clear. βMaybe.β
βI met Napoleon once,β said Magnus. βWe didnβt have an affair, though. He was shockingly prudish for a Frenchman.β
βYou met Napoleon?β Jordan, who appeared to be missing most of the conversation, looked impressed. βSo itβs true what they said about warlocks, then?β
Alec gave him a very unpleasant look. βWhatβs true?β
βAlexander,β said Magnus coldly, and Clary met Simonβs eyes across the table. Hers were wide, green, and full of an expression that said Uh-oh. βYou canβt be rude to everyone who talks to me.β
Alec made a wide, sweeping gesture. βAnd why not? Cramping your style, am I? I mean, maybe you were hoping to flirt with werewolf boy here. Heβs pretty attractive, if you like the messy-haired, broad-shouldered, chiseled-good looks type.β
βHey, now,β said Jordan mildly.
Magnus put his head in his hands.
βOr there are plenty of pretty girls here, since apparently your taste goes both ways. Is there anything you arenβt into?β
βMermaids,β said Magnus into his fingers. βThey always smell like seaweed.β
βItβs not funny,β Alec said savagely, and kicking back his chair, he got up from the table and stalked off into the crowd.
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Cassandra Clare (City of Fallen Angels (The Mortal Instruments, #4))
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Now I must give one smirk, and then we may be rational again." Catherine turned away her head, not knowing whether she might venture to laugh. "I see what you think of me," said he gravely -- "I shall make but a poor figure in your journal tomorrow."
My journal!"
Yes, I know exactly what you will say: Friday, went to the Lower Rooms; wore my sprigged muslin robe with blue trimmings -- plain black shoes -- appeared to much advantage; but was strangely harassed by a queer, half-witted man, who would make me dance with him, and distressed me by his nonsense."
Indeed I shall say no such thing."
Shall I tell you what you ought to say?"
If you please."
I danced with a very agreeable young man, introduced by Mr. King; had a great deal of conversation with him -- seems a most extraordinary genius -- hope I may know more of him. That, madam, is what I wish you to say."
But, perhaps, I keep no journal."
Perhaps you are not sitting in this room, and I am not sitting by you. These are points in which a doubt is equally possible. Not keep a journal! How are your absent cousins to understand the tenour of your life in Bath without one? How are the civilities and compliments of every day to be related as they ought to be, unless noted down every evening in a journal? How are your various dresses to be remembered, and the particular state of your complexion, and curl of your hair to be described in all their diversities, without having constant recourse to a journal? My dear madam, I am not so ignorant of young ladies' ways as you wish to believe me; it is this delightful habit of journaling which largely contributes to form the easy style of writing for which ladies are so generally celebrated. Everybody allows that the talent of writing agreeable letters is peculiarly female. Nature may have done something, but I am sure it must be essentially assisted by the practice of keeping a journal.
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Jane Austen (Northanger Abbey)
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I KNEW IT WAS OVER
when tonight you couldn't make the phone ring
when you used to make the sun rise
when trees used to throw themselves
in front of you
to be paper for love letters
that was how i knew i had to do it
swaddle the kids we never had
against january's cold slice
bundle them in winter
clothes they never needed
so i could drop them off at my mom's
even though she lives on the other side of the country
and at this late west coast hour is
assuredly east coast sleeping
peacefully
her house was lit like a candle
the way homes should be
warm and golden
and home
and the kids ran in
and jumped at the bichon frise
named lucky
that she never had
they hugged the dog
it wriggled
and the kids were happy
yours and mine
the ones we never had
and my mom was
grand maternal, which is to say, with style
that only comes when you've seen
enough to know grace
like when to pretend it's christmas or
a birthday so
she lit her voice with tiny
lights and pretended
she didn't see me crying
as i drove away
to the hotel connected to the bar
where i ordered the cheapest whisky they had
just because it shares your first name
because they don't make a whisky
called baby
and i only thought what i got
was what
i ordered
i toasted the hangover
inevitable as sun
that used to rise
in your name
i toasted the carnivals
we never went to
and the things you never won
for me
the ferris wheels we never
kissed on and all the dreams
between us
that sat there
like balloons on a carney's board
waiting to explode with passion
but slowly deflated
hung slave
under the pin-
prick of a tack
hung
heads down
like lovers
when it doesn't
work, like me
at last call
after too many cheap
too many sweet
too much
whisky makes me
sick, like the smell of cheap,
like the smell of
the dead
like the cheap, dead flowers
you never sent
that i never threw
out of the window
of a car
i never
really
owned
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Daphne Gottlieb (Final Girl)
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You hand fits in mine like its made to be but bear this in mind it was meant to be and im joining up the dots with the freckles on you cheeks and it all makes sense to me. I know you've never loved the crinkles by your eyes when you smile you've never loved your stomach or your thighs and the dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine but I love them endlessly.I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth but if i do its you oh its you they add up to and Im in love with you and all your little thing. You can't go to bed without a cup of tea and maybe thats the reason that you talk in you sleep and all those conversations are the secrets that I keep though it makes no sense to me. I know you've never loved the sound of your voice on tape you never want to know how much you weigh you still have to squeeze into to your jeans but you're perfect to me. I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth but if its true its you its these they add up to and Im in love with you and all you little things. You'll never love yourself half as much as I love you and you'll never treat yourself right darlin' but I want you to if I let you know I'm here for you then maybe you'll love yourself like I love you ohhhhh. And I've just let these little things slip out of my mouth cause its you oh its you its you they add up to and Im in love with you and all your little things I wont let these little things slip out of my mouth but if its true its you its you they add up to and im in love with you and all your little things. <3
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One Direction
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The finished clock is resplendent. At first glance it is simply a clock, a rather large black clock with a white face and a silver pendulum. Well crafted, obviously, with intricately carved woodwork edges and a perfectly painted face, but just a clock.
But that is before it is wound. Before it begins to tick, the pendulum swinging steadily and evenly. Then, then it becomes something else.
The changes are slow. First, the color changes in the face, shifts from white to grey, and then there are clouds that float across it, disappearing when they reach the opposite side.
Meanwhile, bits of the body of the clock expand and contract, like pieces of a puzzle. As though the clock is falling apart, slowly and gracefully.
All of this takes hours.
The face of the clock becomes a darker grey, and then black, with twinkling stars where numbers had been previously. The body of the clock, which has been methodically turning itself inside out and expanding, is now entirely subtle shades of white and grey. And it is not just pieces, it is figures and objects, perfectly carved flowers and planets and tiny books with actual paper pages that turn. There is a silver dragon that curls around part of the now visible clockwork, a tiny princess in a carved tower who paces in distress, awaiting an absent prince. Teapots that pour into teacups and minuscule curls of steam that rise from them as the seconds tick. Wrapped presents open. Small cats chase small dogs. An entire game of chess is played.
At the center, where a cuckoo bird would live in a more traditional timepiece, is the juggler. Dress in harlequin style with a grey mask, he juggles shiny silver balls that correspond to each hour. As the clock chimes, another ball joins the rest until at midnight he juggles twelve balls in a complex pattern.
After midnight, the clock begins once more to fold in upon itself. The face lightens and the cloud returns. The number of juggled balls decreases until the juggler himself vanishes.
By noon it is a clock again, and no longer a dream.
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Erin Morgenstern (The Night Circus)
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What other agents then are there, which, at the same time that they are under the influence of man's direction, are susceptible of happiness? They are of two sorts: (1) Other human beings who are styled persons. (2) Other animals, which, on account of their interests having been neglected by the insensibility of the ancient jurists, stand degraded into the class of things... But is there any reason why we should be suffered to torment them? Not any that I can see. Are there any why we should not be suffered to torment them? Yes, several. The day has been, I grieve to say in many places it is not yet past, in which the greater part of the species, under the denomination of slaves, have been treated by the law exactly upon the same footing as, in England for example, the inferior races of animals are still. The day may come, when the rest of the animal creation may acquire those rights which never could have been withholden from them but by the hand of tyranny. The French have already discovered that the blackness of the skin is no reason why a human being should be abandoned without redress to the caprice of a tormentor. It may come one day to be recognized, that the number of the legs, the villosity of the skin, or the termination of the os sacrum, are reasons equally insufficient for abandoning a sensitive being to the same fate. What else is it that should trace the insuperable line? Is it the faculty of reason, or, perhaps, the faculty of discourse? But a full-grown horse or dog is beyond comparison a more rational, as well as a more conversable animal, than an infant of a day, or a week, or even a month, old. But suppose the case were otherwise, what would it avail? the question is not, Can they reason? nor, Can they talk? but, Can they suffer? Why should the law refuse its protection to any sensitive being? The time will come when humanity will extend its mantle over everything which breathes.
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Jeremy Bentham (The Principles of Morals and Legislation)
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The Beat Generation, that was a vision that we had, John Clellon Holmes and I, and Allen Ginsberg in an even wilder way, in the late forties, of a generation of crazy, illuminated hipsters suddenly rising and roaming America, serious, bumming and hitchhiking everywhere, ragged, beatific, beautiful in an ugly graceful new way--a vision gleaned from the way we had heard the word 'beat' spoken on streetcorners on Times Square and in the Village, in other cities in the downtown city night of postwar America--beat, meaning down and out but full of intense conviction--We'd even heard old 1910 Daddy Hipsters of the streets speak the word that way, with a melancholy sneer--It never meant juvenile delinquents, it meant characters of a special spirituality who didn't gang up but were solitary Bartlebies staring out the dead wall window of our civilization--the subterraneans heroes who'd finally turned from the 'freedom' machine of the West and were taking drugs, digging bop, having flashes of insight, experiencing the 'derangement of the senses,' talking strange, being poor and glad, prophesying a new style for American culture, a new style (we thought), a new incantation--The same thing was almost going on in the postwar France of Sartre and Genet and what's more we knew about it--But as to the actual existence of a Beat Generation, chances are it was really just an idea in our minds--We'd stay up 24 hours drinking cup after cup of black coffee, playing record after record of Wardell Gray, Lester Young, Dexter Gordon, Willie Jackson, Lennie Tristano and all the rest, talking madly about that holy new feeling out there in the streets- -We'd write stories about some strange beatific Negro hepcat saint with goatee hitchhiking across Iowa with taped up horn bringing the secret message of blowing to other coasts, other cities, like a veritable Walter the Penniless leading an invisible First Crusade- -We had our mystic heroes and wrote, nay sung novels about them, erected long poems celebrating the new 'angels' of the American underground--In actuality there was only a handful of real hip swinging cats and what there was vanished mightily swiftly during the Korean War when (and after) a sinister new kind of efficiency appeared in America, maybe it was the result of the universalization of Television and nothing else (the Polite Total Police Control of Dragnet's 'peace' officers) but the beat characters after 1950 vanished into jails and madhouses, or were shamed into silent conformity, the generation itself was shortlived and small in number.
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Jack Kerouac
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What about me?β said Grantaire. βIβm here.β
βYou?β
βYes, me.β
βYou? Rally Republicans! You? In defence of principles, fire up hearts that have grown cold!β
βWhy not?β
βAre you capable of being good for something?β
βI have the vague ambition to be,β said Grantaire.
βYou donβt believe in anything.β
βI believe in you.β
βGrantaire, will you do me a favour?β
βAnything. Polish your boots.β
βWell, donβt meddle in our affairs. Go and sleep off the effects of your absinthe.β
βYouβre heartless, Enjolras.β
βAs if youβd be the man to send to the Maine gate! As if you were capable of it!β
βIβm capable of going down Rue des GrΓ¨s, crossing Place St-Michel, heading off along Rue Monsieur-le-Prince, taking Rue de Vaugirard, passing the Carmelite convent, turning into Rue dβAssas, proceeding to Rue du Cherche-Midi, leaving the Military Court behind me, wending my way along Rue des Vieilles-Tuileries, striding across the boulevard, following ChaussΓ©e du Maine, walking through the toll-gate and going into Richefeuβs. Iβm capable of that. My shoes are capable of that.β
βDo you know them at all, those comrades who meet at Richefeuβs?'
βNot very well. But weβre on friendly terms.β
βWhat will you say to them?β
βIβll talk to them about Robespierre, of course! And about Danton. About principles.β
βYou?β
βYes, me. But Iβm not being given the credit I deserve. When I put my mind to it, Iβm terrific. Iβve read Prudhomme, Iβm familiar with the Social Contract, I know by heart my constitution of the year II. βThe liberty of the citizen ends where the liberty of another citizen begins.β Do you take me for a brute beast? I have in my drawer an old promissory note from the time of the Revolution. The rights of man, the sovereignty of the people, for Godβs sake! Iβm even a bit of an HΓ©bertist. I can keep coming out with some wonderful things, watch in hand, for a whole six hours by the clock.β
βBe serious,β said Enjolras.
βI mean it,β replied Grantaire.
Enjolras thought for a few moments, and with the gesture of a man who had come to a decision, βGrantaire,β he said gravely, βI agree to try you out. Youβll go to the Maine toll-gate.β
Grantaire lived in furnished lodgings very close to CafΓ© Musain. He went out, and came back five minutes later. He had gone home to put on a Robespierre-style waistcoat.
βRed,β he said as he came in, gazing intently at Enjolras. Then, with an energetic pat of his hand, he pressed the two scarlet lapels of the waistcoat to his chest.
And stepping close to Enjolras he said in his ear, βDonβt worry.β
He resolutely jammed on his hat, and off he went.
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Victor Hugo (Les MisΓ©rables)