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One Of The Very Few Reasons I Had Any Respect For My Mother When I Was Thirteen Was Because She Would Reach Into The Sink With Her Bare Hands - Bare Hands - And Pick Up That Lethal Gunk And Drop It Into The Garbage. To Top That, I Saw Her Reach Into The Wet Garbage Bag And Fish Around In There Looking For A Lost Teaspoon. Bare Hands - A Kind Of Mad Courage.

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One Of The Very Few Reasons I Had Any Respect For My Mother When I Was Thirteen Was Because She Would Reach Into The Sink With Her Bare Hands - Bare Hands - And Pick Up That Lethal Gunk And Drop It Into The Garbage. To Top That, I Saw Her Reach Into The Wet Garbage Bag And Fish Around In There Looking For A Lost Teaspoon. Bare Hands - A Kind Of Mad Courage.

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Meaning Of Life

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Then He Read The Words Of The Scroll Slowly, First In Japanese And Then Carefully Translated Into English: 'there Is Really Nothing You Must Be. And There Is Nothing You Must Do. There Is Really Nothing You Must Have. And There Is Nothing You Must Know. There Is Really Nothing You Must Become. However. It Helps To Understand That Fire Burns, And When It Rains, The Earth Gets Wet. . . .' 'whatever, There Are Consequences. Nobody Is Exempt,' Said The Master.

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If I Don't Have Time To Live My Life Well The First Time, When Am I Going To Find The Time To Go Back And Live It Over?

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Never Forget That Music Is Too Important To Be Left Entirely In The Hands Of Professionals.

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I Believe In Dancing.

Infinite Possibility In All Things Is A Certainty. That Pretty Much Covers Theology And Philosophy For Me.

Sometimes History Knocks At The Most Ordinary Door To See If Anyone Is Home. Sometimes Someone Is.

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Intangible Quality

It Is The Chair In Honor Of All Those Who, However Competently, Embrace The Impossible. Sit In That Chair Someday.

Love The Battle Between Chaos And Imagination. Remember: Acting Is Living Truthfully In Imaginary Circumstances. Remember: Acting Is The Way To Live The Greatest Number Of Lives. Remember: Acting Is The Same As Real Life, Lived Intentionally. Never Forget: The Fruit Is Out On The End Of The Limb. Go There.

It Will Be A Great Day When Our Schools Have All The Money They Need, And Our Air Force Has To Have A Bake-sale To Buy A Bomber.

I Love This Child. Red-haired - Patient And Gentle Like Her Mother - Fey And Funny Like Her Father. When She Giggles I Can Hear Him When He And I Were Young. I Am Part Of This Child. It May Be Only Because We Share Genes And That Therefore Smell Familiar To Each Other.... It May Be That A Part Of Me Lives In Her In Some Important Way.... But For Now, It's Jelly Beans And 'old Macdonald' That Unite Us.

An Artists Job Is To See. And To Go Out In The World And See It Firsthand, Just As It Is; To Report With Line And Words What Is Seen. To Be In The World, Not Just Study About The World, That Is The Artists Task

Anything Not Worth Doing Is Worth Not Doing Well.

Sirius, The Brightest Star In The Heavens.... My Grandfather Would Say We're Part Of Something Incredibly Wonderful - More Marvelous Than We Imagine. My Grandfather Would Say We Ought To Go Out And Look At It Once In A While So We Don't Lose Our Place In It.

And Good Neighbors Make A Huge Difference In The Quality Of Life. I Agree.

I Don't Think There Is A Hidden Purpose To The Universe That You Have To Puzzle Out.

The Older I Get, The More I Realize The Importance Of Exercising The Various Dimensions Of My Body, Soul, Mind, And Heart. Taken Together, These Aspects Give Me A Sense Of Wholeness. I Want To Be A Whole Human Being Rather Than One Who Limps On One Leg Because I Don't Know How To Use All Of My Parts. Intellectual, Emotional, And Physical Activity Are Not Separate Entities. Rather, They Are Dimensions Of The Same Human Being.

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