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Bart Simpson I will not send lard through the mail
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Warren Buffett I sent one e-mail in my life. I sent it to Jeff Raikes at Microsoft, and it ended up in court in Minneapolis, so I am one for one.
mail stories internet
Rick Riordan hermes has threatened me with slow mail. lousy Internet service and a horrible stock market if i publish this story. I hope he is just bluffing.
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Jeffrey Koplan If there is a risk from cross-contaminated mail, it is very low, ... the mail is, by and large, very safe.
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Barbara Deming There should be no censorship of mail.
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Scarlett Pomers One time I got fan mail that was from Africa. It's really neat.
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Lil' Kim My fan mail is what keeps me going.
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Madame de Stael Exile: A tomb in which you can get mail.
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Orhan Pamuk No one drives me into exile, not even the nationalists.
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Jeff Probst The notion of Exile Island was to remove someone socially as well as physically from the game. But there's simply not enough time, and you would see the same thing over and over: People hungry, sitting in the rain and trying to figure out how many more hours until they can go back to their beach.
exile york
John Updike New York is, of course, many cities, and an exile does not return to the one he left.
exile iraqi means surrender threats
Saddam Hussein Exile means surrender. This nation, the Iraqi nation, is not going to surrender to the blackmail and to the threats of the Americans.
exile idol maybe means telling time
Jeff Probst They know that any time somebody's been to Exile Island, that means the idol could have been found. You don't know. Maybe I'm telling you I have it and I don't. Maybe I'm not telling you I have it and I do.
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Tahar Ben Jelloun In the '70s I was in exile; every time I went back I wondered if they'd take my passport away.
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John Updike My complaint, as an exile who once loved New York and who likes to return a half-dozen times a year, is not that it plays host to extremes of the human condition: There is grandeur in that, and necessity.
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Warren G. Harding Only solitary men know the full joys of friendship. Others have their family; but to a solitary and an exile his friends are everything.
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Marco Rubio Exile is not a time frame. Exile is an experience. It's a sentiment.
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William Shatner I'm not going to have a tombstone. I'm going to be tossed in the air. Ashes, tossed like a salad.
tombstone no-respect
Rodney Dangerfield I don't get no respect
tombstone moral-leadership america
Will Rogers If America ever passes out as a great nation, we ought to put on our tombstone: America died from a delusion she had Moral Leadership.
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Rudyard Kipling And the end of the fight is tombstone white with the name of the late deceased, and the epitaph drear, "A Fool lies here who tried to hustle the East."
tombstone writing someday
Ken Wilber On my tombstone, I really hope that someday they will write: He was true but partial...
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Keith Richards What Muddy Waters did for us is what we should do for others. It's the old thing, what you want written on your tombstone as a musician; HE PASSED IT ON.
tombstone coffee book
Karl Lagerfeld I must say, some are not very beautifully made. They’re coffee-table books for people who drink alcohol. I have nothing against coffee-table books as long as they are well done. They must not look like gravestones on a table. Sometimes they are too big, they come in boxes and things like this. No, a book has to be easy to open and you don’t have to be a bodybuilder to lift it. I like books I can read in bed. Those big tombstones would kill me.
tombstone sea nymphs
Percy Bysshe Shelley Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange
tombstone wind iron
Charles Dickens At the great iron gate of the churchyard he stopped and looked in. He looked up at the high tower spectrally resisting the wind, and he looked round at the white tombstones, like enough to the dead in their winding-sheets, and he counted the nine tolls of the clock-bell.