Quote by Susan Orlean
There will always be vain, obsessive people who want to own rare a

There will always be vain, obsessive people who want to own rare and extraordinary things whatever the cost there will always be people for whom owning beautiful, dangerous animals brings a sense of power and magic. – Susan Orlean

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I went to a football school, which meant that I went to a university that served up education and was simultaneously operating a sports franchise. – Susan Orlean

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I want a chainsaw very badly, because I think cutting down a tree would be unbelievably satisfying. I have asked for a chainsaw for my birthday, but I think Ill probably be given jewelry instead. – Susan Orlean

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I dont turn to greeting cards for wisdom and advice, but they are a fine reflection of the general drift of the culture. – Susan Orlean

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All gods are homemade, and it is we who pull their strings, and so, give them the power to pull ours. – Aldous Huxley

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The power I exert on the court depends on the power of my arguments, not on my gender. – Sandra Day OConnor

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Hateful is the power, and pitiable is the life, of those who wish to be feared rather than loved. – Cornelius Nepos

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I am opposed to the accumulation of executive power anywhere. – Noam Chomsky

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