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The opera isn't over till the fat lady sings. - "The Washington Post", June 13, 1978.

The opera isn't over till the fat lady sings. - "The Washington Post", June 13, 1978.

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If I had thought about it, I wouldn't have done the experiment. The literature was full of examples that said read more

If I had thought about it, I wouldn't have done the experiment. The literature was full of examples that said you can't do this. -- Spencer Silver on the work that led to the unique adhesives for 3-M Post-It Notepads.

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I must end it. There's no hope left. I'll be at peace. No one had anything to do with this. read more

I must end it. There's no hope left. I'll be at peace. No one had anything to do with this. My decision totally.

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Why fear death? It is the most beautiful adventure in life.

Why fear death? It is the most beautiful adventure in life.

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And so I leave this world, where the heart must either break or turn to lead.

And so I leave this world, where the heart must either break or turn to lead.

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Capital punishment: them without the capital get the punishment.

Capital punishment: them without the capital get the punishment.

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Hurry it up you Hoosier bastard! I could hang a dozen men while you're screwing around.

Hurry it up you Hoosier bastard! I could hang a dozen men while you're screwing around.

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It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.

It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.

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I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus
With tigery stripes, and a face on it
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I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus
With tigery stripes, and a face on it
Round as the moon, to stare up.
I want to be looking at them when they come
Picking among the dumb minerals, the roots.
I see them already-the pale, star-distance faces.
Now they are nothing, they are not even babies.
I imagine them without fathers or mothers, like the first gods.
They will wonder if I was important.

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