David Bailey's Quote - I left school on my 15th birthday. – David Bailey

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I left school on my 15th birthday. - David Bailey

I left school on my 15th birthday. – David Bailey

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I didnt know a time when there wasnt a war because I spent all my time from the age of two or three to eight in a coal cellar really. – David Bailey

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The skull is natures sculpture. – David Bailey

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Im not mad about movies, there are too many people involved in the making of them, and they lack a definitive creative focus. – David Bailey

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Let them eat cake. – Marie Antoinette

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I went to a rare live Van Dyke show and met him there. And then he came to a show of mine and we spoke back stage. The third time was at Brian Wilsons birthday party. – Matthew Sweet

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If you look over the years, the styles have changed – the clothes, the hair, the production, the approach to the songs. The icing to the cake has changed flavors. But if you really look at the cake itself, its really the same. – John Oates

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Mum loves me being famous! She is so excited and proud, as she had me so young and couldnt support me, so I am living her dream, its sweeter for both of us. Its her 40th birthday soon and Im going to buy her 40 presents. – Adele

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Dont give me any money, dont give me any people, but give freedom, and Ill give you a movie that looks gigantic. – Robert Rodriguez

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Dont wait around for other people to be happy for you. Any happiness you get youve got to make yourself. – Alice Walker

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How do people go to sleep? I’m afraid I’ve lost the knack. I might try busting myself smartly over the temple with the night-light. I might repeat to myself, slowly and soothingly, a list of quotations beautiful from minds profound; if I can remember any of the damn things. – Dorothy Parker, Here Lies, 1939

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The mists remain of the false glory that erupts from history. – Miguel de Unamuno, En Gredos

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