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The Chorus Line: A Rope-Jumping Rhyme we are the maids the ones you killed the ones you failed we danced in air our bare feet twitched it was not fair with every goddess, queen, and bitch from there to here you scratched your itch we did much less than what you did you judged us bad you had the spear you had the word at your command we scrubbed the blood of our dead paramours from floors, from chairs from stairs, from doors, we knelt in water while you stared at our bare feet it was not fair you licked our fear it gave you pleasure you raised your hand you watched us fall we danced on air the ones you failed the ones you killed

'Saawariya' was my debut film. It will always be the most special film.

A man can be happy with any woman as long as he does not love her.

You see it in the many bouncing clothes that are not just pleats. To make them, two or three people twist them - twist, twist, twist the pleats, sometimes three or four persons twist together and put it all in the machine to cook it.

Pope John Paul II brought hope to all corners of the world, to people of all faiths and backgrounds, with his powerful belief in the human spirit.

I'm a free-market economist from years and years back, and I've never veered from that.

You can handle what life gives you . . . why not handle success?

It's maybe an unrecognized fact of academia that what you spend a lot of your time doing is convincing people of your vision and raising funds to support your research activity. So in that sense, transitioning to a startup wasn't that big of a transition.

I really, really love Lucy Hale.

Success, after all, loves a witness, but failure can't exist without one.

As for gun control advocates, I have no hope whatever that any facts whatever will make the slightest dent in their thinking - or lack of thinking.

I said I did not know enough about UNICEF to handle a press conference and she said they would not want to talk about it they would only want to talk about films.

I believe we exist in a multiverse of universes.

A baby is like the morning sunshine, it comes with the lights of love, hope, warmth, beauty and endless possibilities.

We don't really want to think that the artist is only very skilled, that he has merely devoted his life to perfecting a certain set of intelligible skills.

What sort of philosophers are we, who know absolutely nothing of the origin and destiny of cats?

Dear God. Mommy is going through a really hard time. I see the way she's given up. I know you can change everything around for her. I just know it.

My proposition is that music is at the heart of what 'The Magic Flute' means: that it's Mozart's music, not the words, we should be attending to. Music expresses what can't be expressed otherwise.

I'm okay with the idea that slow and steady wins the race.

I have this really high priority on happiness and finding something to be happy about.