Quote by Barry McGuire
Theres only one drummer. We all travel to his beat. Well, I couldn

Theres only one drummer. We all travel to his beat. Well, I couldnt sing his song. Because for me, it wasnt a truthful statement. Well, Linda sang it, and it was a monster for her. – Barry McGuire

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I remember we woke up one morning at Dennys house and John Phillips called. He said, you guys okay? We said, yeah, whats wrong, whats going on? He said, well, everybodys dead over at Sharons house at Terry Melchers place. – Barry McGuire

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I usually just have one cat. It is difficult, but I have my one cat that hell travel with me if its appropriate, if Im not going overseas. – Gina Gershon

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Travel, which was once either a necessity or an adventure, has become very largely a commodity, and from all sides we are persuaded into thinking that it is a social requirement, too. – Jan Morris

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The simple fact is this: they are foreigners inside a country which has rejected them. Therefore, these foreigners wherever they go or travel they will be rained down with bullets from everyone. Attacks by members of the resistance will only go up. – Mohammed Saeed al-Sahaf

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I can travel anywhere in the world and I can pretty much fit in. – Kristin Kreuk

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