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Pic of the Day: “What’s your prediction for the fight?” “My prediction?” “Yes, your prediction.” “Pain!”
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Pic of the Day: “Is it you? My great and worthy opponent? But it can’t be. Not this pitiful, spineless, pasty, bloated codfish I see before me. You’re not even a shadow of Peter Pan.”
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Pic of the Day: “This can’t last. This misery can’t last. I must remember that and try to control myself. Nothing lasts really. Neither happiness nor despair. Not even life lasts very long. There’ll come a time in the future when I shan’t mind about this anymore, when I can look back and say quite peacefully and cheerfully how silly I was. No, no, I don’t want that time to come ever. I want to remember every minute, always, always to the end of my days.”
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Pic of the Day: “Ten oughta do it, don’t you think? … You think we need one more? … You think we need one more … All right, we’ll get one more.”
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Pic of the Day: “What is the most resilient parasite? Bacteria? A virus? An intestinal worm? An idea. Resilient… highly contagious. Once an idea has taken hold of the brain it’s almost impossible to eradicate. An idea that is fully formed – fully understood – that sticks; right in there somewhere.”
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Pic of the Day: “Why not me? Why not? A guy can get anything he wants as long as he pays the price. What’s wrong with that? Stranger things have happened.”
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Pic of the Day: “What are you going to do if you don’t go back to college?” “What any irresponsible, unmotivated, drop-out would do. Go to New York, like tonight.”
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Pic of the Day: “If you want to survive, do and say as little as possible. Tell no one who you really are and tell no one that you can read and write. Unless you want to be a dead nigger.”
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Pic of the Day: “I gotta say, I’m not feeling anything.” “Me neither.” “Sober as a judge. How about you?” “I’m not feelin’ a goddamn thing. This Absinthe is BULLSHIT!”
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Pic of the Day: “Mickey and Mallory know the difference between right and wrong; they just don’t give a damn.”
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Pic of the Day: “I know we’re all pretty small in the big scheme of things, and I suppose the most you can hope for is to make some kind of difference, but what kind of difference have I made? What in the world is better because of me?”
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Pic of the Day: “Say, suppose the ship hits an iceberg and sinks. Which one of them do you save from drowning?” “Those girls couldn’t drown.”
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Pic of the Day: “I can go through this door alone. You’ll never see me or the people chasing us again, or you can come with me, and I don’t know what’s on the other side, but you’d be next to me and that’s all I’ve wanted since the minute I met you.”
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Pic of the Day: “From the first moment I saw you I’ve known that I couldn’t live without you.” “Well… I’d hate to be the cause of your death, Mr. Van Valen.”
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Pic of the Day: “You could be happy here, I could take care of you. I wouldn’t let anybody hurt you. We could grow up together, E.T.”
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Pic of the Day: “Now it isn’t that I don’t like you, Susan, because, after all, in moments of quiet, I’m strangely drawn toward you, but – well, there haven’t been any quiet moments.”
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Pic of the Day: “My name is Robert Neville. I am a survivor living in New York City. I am broadcasting on all AM frequencies. I will be at the South Street Seaport everyday at mid-day, when the sun is highest in the sky. If you are out there… if anyone is out there… I can provide food, I can provide shelter, I can provide security. If there’s anybody out there… anybody… please. You are not alone.”
