In the late 1960s, the masses were supposed to be passive, not entering into the public arena and having their voices heard.
All three of the Abrahamic religions were born and nurtured in arid, disturbed environments.
Were there no uniforms, there would probably be no armies.
We were these arty punks from Hollywood. I considered myself an intellectual.
Whether the family of the Clarkes were of Norman extraction cannot be easily ascertained.
We were called, male and female, to do great works with separate approaches and separate assignments.
If I were a young coach today, I would be extremely careful in selecting assistants.
If I were attorney general in Kansas in 1953, I would not have defended a Kansas statute that put in place separate-but-equal facilities.
We were succeeding. When you looked at specifics, this became a war of attrition. We were winning.
Madonna, Michael Jackson, Tina Turner, Audrey Hepburn, Marilyn Monroe - they were myths of greatness.
My role models were childless: Virginia Woolf, Jane Austen, George Eliot, the Brontes.
At the commencements I attended, graduates were classified by their academic rankings. Outstanding academic performance was noted in the programs and awarded with special honors.
The Backstreet Boys were so ten years ago. Whatever.
The word 'happy' would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness.
I mean, the actors that I admired were Marlon Brando, Montgomery Clift, an actress named Barbara Harris. And Greta Garbo. They were great actors.
Conan the Barbarian,' 'Star Wars,' 'Mary Poppins' and 'The Wizard of Oz' were my earliest VHS obsessions.
Growing up, my ideals were Barbra Streisand, Cher, and my mom.
The Celts were harder than anyone else, tougher, and rugged. We battered everybody.
I bought some batteries, but they weren't included.
My first two records were influenced by the Beatles and the Beach Boys.