#like

I used to believe, like many people who come from poor backgrounds, that it gave me an edge, but I think that's just something we have to tell ourselves to get by sometimes. I don't believe that anymore. Children of privilege can be just as talented and clever as anybody else. ↗

— Craig Ferguson

#anymore #backgrounds #believe #children #clever

It's like, it's kind of like if you ever had a car and it was a bit of a clunker but you love it, that's my show. It's a bit of a clunker but I know where everything is and I like it. ↗

— Craig Ferguson

#car #ever #everything #had #i

I wanted to be a quarterback. I used to like Johnny Unitas, the old quarterback for the Colts. ↗

— Julian Castro

#johnny #like #old #quarterback #used

My family's story isn't special. What's special is the America that makes our story possible. Ours is a nation like no other, a place where great journeys can be made in a single generation. No matter who you are or where you come from, the path is always forward. ↗

— Julian Castro

#america #come #family #forward #generation

I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do. ↗

— Willa Cather

#because #i #like #live #more

But it is impossible to divide a cube into two cubes, or a fourth power into fourth powers, or generally any power beyond the square into like powers; of this I have found a remarkable demonstration. This margin is too narrow to contain it. ↗

— Pierre de Fermat

#beyond #contain #cube #cubes #demonstration

I don't like to practice ahead of time what I'm going to say. ↗

— Geraldine Ferraro

#going #i #like #practice #say

If I didn't write, I'd be like a duvet cover; I have no other marketable skills. Clearly I'm not meant to do anything else. ↗

— Harlan Coben

#clearly #cover #else #i #like

Most of those who make collections of verse or epigram are like men eating cherries or oysters: they choose out the best at first, and end by eating all. ↗

— Nicolas Chamfort

#cherries #choose #collections #eating #end

My children, as long as you live, the shadow of the Hiss Case will brush you. In every pair of eyes that rests on you, you will see pass, like a cloud passing behind a woods in winter, the memory of your father - dissembled in friendly eyes, lurking in unfriendly eyes. ↗

— Whittaker Chambers

#brush #case #children #cloud #every