We learn about life not from plusses alone, but from minuses as well.
Anton Chekhov
Recitation: by Male by Female
I never really worked with Chris Farley, I hung out with him, but I had plans, I had big plans, movies, and I was in no hurry.
Andy Dick
MoviesPlansNeverHimOutBig
As long as God gives me the strength to still minister and create, I'll do it.
Andrae Crouch
StrengthGodMeLongCreateStill
Because I've made a film with such an amazing director as Tarantino, I'm much more conscious of working with good directors from now on, so that's what's important to me. I don't really care about making a big movie - I just want to make good ones.
Melanie Laurent
GoodAmazingMeCareImportantWant
But the time has come for journalists to acknowledge that a zone of privacy does exist.
Roger Mudd
TimePrivacyExistComeZoneDoes
I was so envious of everyone who went to Sylvia Young Theatre School. I wanted to go, but my dad flat-out refused. He thought I'd become some tapdancing freak without qualifications. And he was right in a way. I'm glad I didn't go. That might have changed.
Russell Tovey
SchoolTheatreThoughtYoungBecome
We know Fury likes to entertain and promote.
Deontay Wilder
KnowFuryLikesPromoteEntertain
I don't like telephones: I don't like when they ring. Just because it rings, you have to pick it up. I don't even like opening mail; I'm weird.
Douglas Coupland
WeirdYouJust BecauseRingOpening
I love doing movies that touch people's lives.
Cory Hardrict
LovePeopleDoingMoviesTouch
I know the price of lettuce. You need to understand price and value. You buy the best lettuce you can at the best price you can.
Alice Walton
BestValueYouKnowUnderstandNeed
I have huge respect for Nicola Sturgeon and for the SNP.
Martin McGuinness
RespectHuge
I have always said to young artists that scholastic training and the studying of art history are crucial to fully developing as an artist.
LeRoy Neiman
HistoryArtTrainingArtistYoung
No man, no woman is without their flaws.
Kevin Macdonald
WomanManFlawsWithout
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