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The number of places in paradise is limited.
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If you're going to try, go all the way. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery - isolation.
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Always keep a part of your mind empty, so you can go there to rest.
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I don't have pet peeves - I have major psychotic fucking hatreds.
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You have as much right as the rich and the mighty. Don't hesitate to satisfy your needs.
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Welcome to the wonderful world of jealousy. For the price of admission, you get a splitting headache, a nearly irresistable urge to commit murder, and an inferiority complex.
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You don’t have to go fishing, of course, to fix your motorcycle.
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Solitary confinement, with company.
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I may be going nowhere, but what a ride.
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I cannot understand what pleasures and joys they are that drive people to the overcrowded railways and hotels, into the packed cafés with the suffocating and oppressive music.
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If you have ten thousand regulations you destroy all respect for the law.
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"Listen son", said the man with the gun, there's room for you inside.
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Last is the door of death. The final resort. Nothing can hurt us after we are dead, or so we have been told.
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Somehow, people always forget that it's much easier to install a dictator than to remove one.
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Funny how we think of romance as always involving two, when the romance of solitude can be ever so much more delicious and intense.
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And you say we don't know each other.
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A great silence comes over me, and I wonder why I ever thought to use language
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People had been working for so many years to make the world a safe, organized place. Nobody realized how boring it would become.
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Live your life in real time - live and suffer directly on-screen.
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Yes! I am chang'd - My heart, my soul, retain no more their former glow.
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Whoever said that money can't buy happiness, simply didn't know where to go shopping.
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Moody wasn't a word with which she was very familiar, but if it meant that her moods swung back and forth for no reason at all, then, moody described perfectly the way she'd been feeling lately.
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There have to be men in the world with good hearts and dirty minds. There just have to be.
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I don't know about other people, but when I wake up in the morning and put my shoes on, I think, Jesus Christ, now what?
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Each wife struggles with it alone. As she made the beds, shopped for groceries, ate peanut butter sandwiches with her children, lay beside her husband at night - she was afraid to ask even of herself the silent question - 'Is this all?'
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It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families.
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Never kick in a door. According to the Westchester elite, it's a heinous crime, as heartless as kicking a puppy.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
I remember the time I was kidnapped and they sent a piece of my finger to my father.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
The art of bicycling is a purely mechanical attainment; and though its complications may at first seem hopeless, sufficient practice will result in final mastery.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
It is always sad when someone leaves home, unless they are simply going around the corner and will return in a few minutes with ice-cream sandwiches.
