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The Contrast Between The Familiar And The Exceptional Was Everywhere Around Me. A Bullock Cart Was Drawn Up Beside A Modern Sports Car At A Traffic Signal. A Man Squatted To Relieve Himself Behind The Discreet Shelter Of A Satellite Dish. An Electric Forklift Truck Was Being Used To Unload Goods From An Ancient Wooden Cart With Wooden Wheels. The Impression Was Of A Plodding Indefatigable And Distant Past That Had Crashed Intact Through Barriers Of Time Into Its Own Future. I Liked It.

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The Contrast Between The Familiar And The Exceptional Was Everywhere Around Me. A Bullock Cart Was Drawn Up Beside A Modern Sports Car At A Traffic Signal. A Man Squatted To Relieve Himself Behind The Discreet Shelter Of A Satellite Dish. An Electric Forklift Truck Was Being Used To Unload Goods From An Ancient Wooden Cart With Wooden Wheels. The Impression Was Of A Plodding Indefatigable And Distant Past That Had Crashed Intact Through Barriers Of Time Into Its Own Future. I Liked It.

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You Know The Difference Between News And Gossip, Don't You? News Tells You What People Did. Gossip Tells You How Much They Enjoyed It.

It Isn't A Secret, Unless Keeping It Hurts.

Whatever You Do, In The Privacy Of Your Own Rain Shower, Is Your Own Business

Powerful People Have No Regrets.

A Man Trusts Another Man When He Sees Enough Of Himself In Him.

There’s Too Much Love In The World. Sometimes I Think That’s What Heaven Is---- A Place Where Everybody’s Happy Because Nobody Loves Anybody Else, Ever.

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But In A Way You Can Say That After Leaving The Sea, After All Those Millions Of Years Of Living Inside Of The Sea, We Took The Ocean With Us. When A Woman Makes A Baby, She Gives It Water, Inside Her Body, To Grow In. That Water Inside Her Body Is Almost Exactly The Same As The Water Of The Sea. It Is Salty, By Just The Same Amount. She Makes A Little Ocean, In Her Body. And Not Only This. Our Blood And Our Sweating, They Are Both Salty, Almost Exactly Like The Water From The Sea Is Salty. We Carry Oceans Inside Of Us, In Our Blood And Our Sweat. And We Are Crying The Oceans, In Our Tears.

The Only Force More Ruthless And Cynical Than The Business Of Big Politics Is The Politics Of Big Business.

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Men Reveal What They Think When They Look Away, And What They Feel When They Hesitate. With Women, It's The Other Way Around

Hate Has No Literature: Real Fear And Real Hate Have No Words

Every Virtuous Act Has Some Dark Secret In Its Heart; Every Risk We Take Contains A Mystery That Can’t Be Solved.

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The Only Power That Has Any Real Meaning Is The Power To Better The World.

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