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Pic of the Day: “He even took the gramophone on safari. Three rifles, supplies for a month, and Mozart.”
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Pic of the Day: “Astounding! It was actually beyond belief. These were first and only drafts of music yet they showed no corrections of any kind. Not one. Do you realize what that meant? He’d simply put down music already finished in his head. Page after page of it, as if he was just taking dictation. And music finished as no music is ever finished. Displace one note and there would be diminishment. Displace one phrase, and the structure would fall. It was clear to me. That sound I had heard in the Archbishop’s palace had been no accident. Here again was the very voice of God! I was staring through the cage of those meticulous ink-strokes at an absolute, inimitable beauty.”
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Pic of the Day: “I know you like me. I know it. For the last year or two, you’ve been pretending like you hate me. I love you very much. I love you as much as I love anybody, as much as I love myself. And in a few years when I haven’t been around to be on your tail about something or irritating you, you could… remember that time that I bought you the baseball glove when you thought we were too broke. You know? Or when I read you those stories? Or when I let you goof off instead of mowing the lawn? Lots of things like that. And you’re gonna realize that you love me. And maybe you’re gonna feel badly, because you never told me. But don’t – I know that you love me. So don’t ever do that to yourself, all right?”
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Pic of the Day: “Whenever I despair, I remember that the way of truth and love has always won. There may be tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they may seem invincible, but in the end, they always fail. Think of it — always.”
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Pic of the Day: “I believe God made me for a purpose, but he also made me fast. And when I run I feel His pleasure.”
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Pic of the Day: “You would’ve visited Buck if he was in the hospital.” “Buck would have never been in the hospital!”
Pic of the Day: “That’s why Mommy left, isn’t it? Because I was bad?” “Is that what you think? No. That’s not it, Billy. Your mom loves you very much… and the reason she left has nothing to do with you. I don’t know if this will make sense, but I’ll try to explain it to you. I think the reason why Mommy left… was because for a long time… I kept trying to make her be a certain kind of person. A certain kind of wife that I thought she was supposed to be. And she just wasn’t like that. She was… She just wasn’t like that –”
“– I think that she tried for so long to make me happy… and when she couldn’t, she tried to talk to me about it. But I wasn’t listening. I was too busy, too wrapped up… just thinking about myself. And I thought that anytime I was happy, she was happy. But I think underneath she was very sad. Mommy stayed here longer than she wanted because she loves you so much. And the reason why Mommy couldn’t stay anymore… was because she couldn’t stand me. She didn’t leave because of you. She left because of me. Go to sleep now because it’s really late, okay? Good night. Sleep tight.”
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Pic of the Day: “Mac… they said you escaped. I knew you wouldn’t leave without me. I was waiting for you. Now we can make it, Mac. I feel big as a damn mountain… Oh, no… I’m not goin’ without you, Mac. I wouldn’t leave you this way… You’re coming with me. Let’s go.”
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Pic of the Day: “There are many things my father taught me here in this room. He taught me: keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.”
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Pic of the Day: “Glad to meet you, kid, you’re a real horse’s ass. Is Lonnegan after you too?” “I dunno… I ain’t seen anybody.” “You never do, kid.”
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Pic of the Day: “Hey, listen, I want somebody good – and I mean very good – to plant that gun. I don’t want my brother coming out of that toilet with just his dick in his hands, alright?” “The gun’ll be there.”
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Pic of the Day: “For over a thousand years, Roman conquerors returning from the wars enjoyed the honor of a triumph – a tumultuous parade. In the procession came trumpeters and musicians and strange animals from the conquered territories, together with carts laden with treasure and captured armaments. The conqueror rode in a triumphal chariot, the dazed prisoners walking in chains before him. Sometimes his children, robed in white, stood with him in the chariot, or rode the trace horses. A slave stood behind the conqueror, holding a golden crown, and whispering in his ear a warning: that all glory is fleeting.”
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Pic of the Day: “You’re sure of yourself, Virgil. Funny name for a nigger boy from Philadelphia. What do they call you up there?” “They call me MISTER Tibbs!”
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Pic of the Day: “I am commanded by the King to be brief, and since I am the King’s obedient subject, brief I will be. I die His Majesty’s good servant. But God’s first. I forgive you, right readily. Be not afraid of your office. You send me to God.” “You’re very sure of that, Sir Thomas?” “He will not refuse one who is so blithe to go to him.”
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Pic of the Day: ♫ “Do – a deer, a female deer / Re – a drop of golden sun / Mi – a name I call myself / Fa – a long, long way to run / So – a needle pulling thread / La – a note to follow so / Ti – a drink with jam and bread / That will bring us back to Do / Oh Oh Oh.” ♫
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Pic of the Day: “What will you call him, brother?” “Tom Jones.” “…Of whom the opinion of all was that he was born to be hanged.”
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Pic of the Day: “Ooh! It damn well ‘urts!” “Certainly it hurts.” “What’s the trick then?” “The trick, William Potter, is not minding that it hurts.”
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