Quote by Quincy Jones
I started imagining this whole different world. It was a society o

I started imagining this whole different world. It was a society of musicians, a family I hoped I could belong to one day. – Quincy Jones

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I was raised in Chicago and I guess that was one of the special breeding grounds for gangsters of all colors. That was the Detroit of the gangster world. The car industry was thugs. – Quincy Jones

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car
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Its amazing how much trouble you can get in when you dont have anything else to do. – Quincy Jones

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amazing
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Every country can be defined through their food, their music and their language. Thats the soul of a country. – Quincy Jones

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Food
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The things that will destroy America are prosperity-at-any-price, peace-at-any-price, safety-first instead of duty-first, the love of soft living, and the get-rich-quick theory of life. – Theodore Roosevelt

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Society

The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane. – Marcus Aurelius

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Society

The trouble is its very difficult to pin-point the most important thing because Aids affects everyone in different levels of society, differently and you have to respond to it differently. – Emma Thompson

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Society

A civilized society is one which tolerates eccentricity to the point of doubtful sanity. – Robert Frost

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Society

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When the tide of misfortune moves over you, even jelly will break your teeth – Proverb

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There is a remedy for everything; it is called death. – Proverb

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Cinematography is infinite in its possibilities… much more so than music or language. – Conrad Hall

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Without philosophy there can be no true poetry: without it pretty verses may, indeed, be made; but in order to be really a poet it is essential to be also, up to a certain point, a philosopher. – Alexandre Vinet (1797–1847)

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Poetry