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It's a brave man who, when things are at their darkest, can kick back
and party!
-- Dennis Quaid, "Inner Space"
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Freebsd Fortunes 4: 1799 of 2327 |
It's a damn poor mind that can only think of one way to spell a word.
-- Andrew Jackson
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Freebsd Fortunes 4: 1800 of 2327 |
It's a dog-eat-dog world out there, and I'm wearing Milkbone underwear.
-- Cheers
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Freebsd Fortunes 4: 1801 of 2327 |
It's a naive, domestic operating system without any
breeding, but I think you'll be amused by its presumption.
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Freebsd Fortunes 4: 1802 of 2327 |
It's a poor workman who blames his tools.
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Freebsd Fortunes 4: 1803 of 2327 |
It's a recession when your neighbor loses his job; it's a depression
when you lose yours.
-- Harry S. Truman
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Freebsd Fortunes 4: 1804 of 2327 |
It's a small world, but I wouldn't want to have to paint it.
-- Steven Wright
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Freebsd Fortunes 4: 1805 of 2327 |
It's all in the mind, ya know.
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Freebsd Fortunes 4: 1806 of 2327 |
It's all right letting yourself go as long as you can let yourself back.
-- Mick Jagger
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Freebsd Fortunes 4: 1807 of 2327 |
"It's all so painfully empty and lonesome... I don't think I can stand
any more of it... the whole dreadful way we are born, die, and are
never missed. The fact there is *nobody*... nobody really... We come
out of a yawning tomb of flesh and sink back finally into another tomb.
What is the point of it all? Who thought up this sickening circle of
flesh and blood? We come into the world bleeding and cut and our bones
half-crushed only to emerge and suffer more torment, mutilation, and
then at the last lie down in some hole in the ground forever. Who could
have thought it up, I wonder?"
-- James Purdy
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