What's the point of prolonging your life if you don't enjoy it? It's your body. Do whatever you … - Rita Mae Brown

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Dead, your Majesty. Dead, my lords and gentlemen. Dead, Right Reverends and Wrong Reverends of every order. Dead, men and women, born with Heavenly compassion in your hearts. And dying thus around us every day.

Rita Mae Brown

What's the point of prolonging your life if you don't enjoy it? It's your body. Do whatever you want with it. Better to wear out than rust over.

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You sell a screenplay like you sell a car. If someone drives it off a cliff, that's it.

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I finally figured out the only reason to be alive is to enjoy it.

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I think gay people are like blondes: There're fewer of them but they have more fun.

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Humor comes from self-confidence.

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I can only say I wish I had slept with everyone I am accused of.

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Julian Huxley

By speech first, but far more by writing, man has been able to put something of himself beyond death. In tradition and in books an integral part of the individual persists, for it can influence the minds and actions of other people in different places and at different times: a row of black marks on a page can move a man to tears, though the bones of him that wrote it are long ago crumbled to dust.

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Lovers, forget your love And list to the love of these She a window flower And he a winter breeze.

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Kim Harrison

Rachel, you take her,” my mother said, clearly uncomfortable. “She might like you. ” “No. Mom, no!” I protested, but it was my mother we were talking about, and it was either take the baby or have her hit the floor.

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Dirk Benedict

From Maya Angelou I began to believe that I, too, someday, could be a writer, and I also learned how tortuous it can be to be in possession of a unique voice.

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