So curses all Eve's daughters of what complexion soever. - William Shakespeare

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Entering a novel is like going on a climb in the mountains: You have to learn the rhythms of respiration - acquire the pace. Otherwise you stop right away.

William Shakespeare

So curses all Eve's daughters of what complexion soever.

Complexion, Curse, Curses, Daughter, Daughters

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The Eyes are the window to your soul

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What a terrible era in which idiots govern the blind.

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There are three people in yourself - who people think you are, who you think you are, and who you really are.

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New friends may be poems but old friends are alphabets. Don't forget the alphabets because you will need them to read the poems.

May, Needs, Old, Old Friends, Poems, Read

If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?

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That was the reasoning behind learning to play bass, and then after that it was more like it was neat to play songs together - for me to play bass and for him to play guitar

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The UK is not going to leave the European Union. Of course not. We are inextricably wound up with Europe. In terms of culture, history and geography, we are a European nation.

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Umberto Eco

Entering a novel is like going on a climb in the mountains: You have to learn the rhythms of respiration - acquire the pace. Otherwise you stop right away.

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William Golding

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There is no absolute point of view from which real and ideal can be finally separated and labelled.

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