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Pic of the Day: “I’m sure that the way to say what I’d like to say will occur to me after you’ve gone.”
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Pic of the Day: “Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world, she walks into mine.”
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Pic of the Day: “This is the People’s War. It is our war. We are the fighters. Fight it then. Fight it with all that is in us and may God defend the Right.”
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Pic of the Day: “Men like my father cannot die. They are with me still, real in memory as they were in flesh, loving and beloved forever. How green was my valley then.”
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Pic of the Day: “Maybe it’ll stop you trying to be so desperate about making more money than you can ever use. You can’t take it with you, Mr. Kirby. So what good is it? As near as I can see, the only thing you can take with you is the love of your friends.”
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Pic of the Day: “We’ve been watching your writings, young man. You’re a troublemaker! These articles of yours, attacking our leading men of letters, the arts! Criticizing the civic authorities!” “Perhaps you know of something better for me to criticize?”
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Pic of the Day: “I’ve got to have more steps. I need more steps. I’ve got to get higher. Higher.”
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Pic of the Day: “When you’re back in England with the fleet again, you’ll hear the hue and cry against me. From now on they’ll spell mutiny with my name.”
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Pic of the Day: “Do you love my daughter?” “Any guy that’d fall in love with your daughter ought to have his head examined.” “Now that’s an evasion!” “She picked herself a perfect running mate – King Westley, the pill of the century! What she needs is a guy that’d take a sock at her once a day, whether it’s coming to her or not. If you had half the brains you’re supposed to have, you’d done it yourself, long ago.” “Do you love her?” “A normal human being couldn’t live under the same roof with her without going nutty! She’s my idea of nothing!” “I asked you a simple question! Do you love her?” “YES! But don’t hold that against me, I’m a little screwy myself!”
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Pic of the Day: “They will always talk about Yancy. He’s gonna be part of the history of the great Southwest. It’s men like him that build the world. The rest of them, like me… why, we just come along and live in it.”
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Pic of the Day: “We’ve no use talking like this. You won’t know what I mean. Only, it’s been a long while since we enlisted out of this classroom. So long, I thought maybe the whole world had learned by this time. Only now they’re sending babies, and they won’t last a week! I shouldn’t have come on leave. Up at the front you’re alive or you’re dead and that’s all. You can’t fool anybody about that very long. And up there we know we’re lost and done for whether we’re dead or alive. Three years we’ve had of it, four years! And every day a year, and every night a century! And our bodies are earth, and our thoughts are clay, and we sleep and eat with death! And we’re done for because you can’t live that way and keep anything inside you!”
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Pic of the Day: “Those men aren’t going to pay ten bucks to look at your face; this is Broadway!” “Yeah, ‘Broad’s way!’”
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Pic of the Day: “For wherever the sun rises and sets, in the city’s turmoil or under the open sky on the farm, life is much the same; sometimes bitter, sometimes sweet.”
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Pic of the Day: “When King Lear dies in Act V, do you know what Shakespeare has written? He’s written, ‘He dies.’ That’s all. Nothing more. No fanfare, no metaphor, no brilliant final words. The culmination of the most influential work of dramatic literature is ‘He dies.’ It takes Shakespeare, a genius, to come up with ‘He dies.’ And yet every time I read those two words, I find myself overwhelmed with dysphoria. And I know it’s only natural to be sad, but not because of the words ‘He dies,’ but because of the life we saw prior to the words. I’ve lived all five of my acts, Mahoney, and I am not asking you to be happy that I must go. I’m only asking that you turn the page, continue reading, and let the next story begin. And if anyone asks what became of me, you relate my life in all its wonder, and end it with a simple and modest ‘He died.’”
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Pic of the Day: “Just one more thing to say: my late husband was a great lover of poetry, and I suppose some of it sunk in, despite my best intentions. And here today, I remember this, I believe, from Tennyson: “We are not now that strength which in old days moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are. One equal temper of heroic hearts, made weak by time and fate, but strong in will. To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.”
