Quote by Jerry Lewis
Ive had the greatest respect for my work in this country by Americ

Ive had the greatest respect for my work in this country by Americans. Critics have no brains. – Jerry Lewis

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If youre an old pro, you know how well youre doing when youre doing it, and your inner government spanks you if youre not doing well. – Jerry Lewis

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This is the pain pacemaker. Ive got a battery under my skin. From that battery are two electrodes that go into the spine where they cut bone away to accommodate it. Now I put on the power here. If I have the pain, the stimulator starts. Its tingling, like when your foot falls asleep, you know? – Jerry Lewis

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power
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In fact, the U.S. military has bent over backwards to respect the religious beliefs of some very dangerous fanatics who want to kill us. – Linda Chavez

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You get respect when you give respect. Thats how you get respect. – Michael Nutter

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I didnt want to be a writer, but I became one. And now I have many readers, in many countries. I think thats a miracle. So I think I have to be humble regarding this ability. Im proud of it and I enjoy it, and it is strange to say it this way, but I respect it. – Haruki Murakami

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I need privacy. I would think that because what I do makes a lot of people happy that I might deserve a little bit of respect in return. Instead, the papers try to drag me off my pedestal. – Jim Carrey

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It is no longer an unwritten law of American capitalism that industry will attempt to maintain wages at a level that allows a single wage to support a family. – Christopher Lasch

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Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic. – W. H. Auden

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