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A party without cake is just a meeting.
— Julia Child

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If it is right, it happens - the main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.
— John Steinbeck

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I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.
— Augusten Burroughs

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Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.
— David Foster Wallace

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Michael Jackson was one of the last figures of our time who could, in his very presence, describe the possibilities of pop. He wasn’t just the King — he was the entire domain, the rules and regulations, the dream-horizon of the citizenry, the place where the land met the heavens.
— Hua Hsu, The Atlantic

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How fragile we are, between the few good moments.
— Jane Hirshfield, Vinegar and Oil

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I think if I were to have any phrase tattooed on my body it would be: “I love you but...”
— my friend Jenn, January 14, 2008

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I don’t ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember.
Somewhere inside of me there will always be the person I am tonight.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night

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Wouldn’t it be funny if the first time you gave birth - it turned out to be a hamburger? (And you turned to the nurse, exhausted, and asked for some ketchup.)
— my friend Jenn, July 21, 2009

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Every great idea is on the verge of being stupid.
— Michel Gondry