Quote by Jim Bishop
A newspaper is lumber made malleable. It is ink made into words an

A newspaper is lumber made malleable. It is ink made into words and pictures. It is conceived, born, grows up and dies of old age in a day. – Jim Bishop

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It is difficult to live in the present, ridiculous to live in the future and impossible to live in the past. Nothing is as far away as one minute ago. – Jim Bishop

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Watching your daughter being collected by her date feels like handing over a million dollar Stradivarius to a gorilla. – Jim Bishop

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Maybe back in the day you didnt need to be the greatest looking to be on TV and you didnt need to speak the best, but in this day and age, I think you need to be the package. You need to look the part for your sponsors, you need to be able to speak the part for the media and to big CEOs. – Danica Patrick

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I want to sell to people my own age, because thats the way I write songs. – John Mellencamp

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The reality is sobering: in the United States one in three girls will become pregnant before age 20, totaling more than 750,000 girls per year. – Jane Fonda

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Old age adds to the respect due to virtue, but it takes nothing from the contempt inspired by vice it whitens only the hair. – Ira Gershwin

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Children are amazing, and while I go to places like Princeton and Harvard and Yale, and of course I teach at Columbia, NYU, and thats nice and I love students, but the most fun of all are the real little ones, the young ones. – David Dinkins

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Thats one strength that Stevie has. Shes really not a strong instrumentalist in any way. Her instrument is her voice and her words. And it keeps her focused on the very center of that. – Lindsey Buckingham

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In my teaching, I enjoyed creating models to clearly communicate my thoughts. – Erno Rubik

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There is reading, and there is reading. Reading as a means to an end, for information, to cultivate oneself; reading as an end in itself, a process, a compulsion. – Sven Birkerts (b.1951), “Notes from a Confession,” The Agni Review, No.22 (1985)

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