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No, I don't have a drinking problem.
I drink, I get drunk, I fall down. No problem!
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Freebsd Fortunes 5: 730 of 2298 |
No, I'm not interested in developing a powerful brain. All I'm after is
just a mediocre brain, something like the president of American Telephone
and Telegraph Company.
-- Alan Turing on the possibilities of a thinking
machine, 1943.
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Freebsd Fortunes 5: 731 of 2298 |
No is no negative in a woman's mouth.
-- Sidney
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Freebsd Fortunes 5: 732 of 2298 |
"No job too big; no fee too big!"
-- Dr. Peter Venkman, "Ghost-busters"
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Freebsd Fortunes 5: 733 of 2298 |
No line available at 300 baud.
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Freebsd Fortunes 5: 734 of 2298 |
No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of
absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream.
Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness
within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more.
Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and
doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone
of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.
-- Shirley Jackson, "The Haunting of Hill House"
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Freebsd Fortunes 5: 735 of 2298 |
no maintenance:
Impossible to fix.
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Freebsd Fortunes 5: 736 of 2298 |
No man can have a reasonable opinion of women until he has long lost
interest in hair restorers.
-- Austin O'Malley
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No man in the world has more courage than the man who can stop after eating
one peanut.
-- Channing Pollock
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Freebsd Fortunes 5: 738 of 2298 |
No man is an Iland, intire of it selfe; every man is a peece of the
Continent, a part of the maine; if a Clod bee washed away by the Sea,
Europe is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if
a Mannor of thy friends or of thine owne were; any mans death diminishes
me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to know
for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.
-- John Donne, "No Man is an Iland"
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