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"text": "I became a yearbook photographer because I liked the idea that I could sort of watch life without having to be part of it. But when you're yearbook photographer, you're like never in the picture.",
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"source": "My So-Called Life",
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"id": 1244,
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"length": 193
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"text": "Time is a tool you can put on the wall or wear it on your wrist. The past is far behind us, the future doesn't exist. Time is a ruler to measure the day, it doesn't go backwards, only one way. Time went new and got old like history. Stuff from the past went into a mystery. It's out of my hands, I'm only a clock. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be fine, but eventually everyone runs out of time.",
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"text": "You speak in abbreviations because real life conversation moves too slow. You're the media's creation, yeah, your free will has been taken and you don't know.",
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"source": "Culture Shock",
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"length": 160
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"text": "My feeling is if you're the CEO of a company and you're dumb enough to leave your login info on a Post-it note on your desk, while the people that you ripped off are physically in your office, it's not a hack. It's barely social engineering. It's more like natural selection.",
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"text": "There are few people in the world who have more opportunity for getting close to the hot, interesting things of one's time than the special correspondent of a great paper. He is enabled to see \"the wheels go round;\" has the chance of getting his knowledge at first hand. In stirring times the drama of life is to him like the first night of a play. There are no preconceived opinions for him to go by; he ought not to, at least, be influenced by any prejudices; and the account of the performance is to some extent like that of the dramatic critic, in as much as that the verdict of the public or of history has either to confirm or reverse his own judgment.",
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"source": "Impressions of a War Correspondent",
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"id": 3675,
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"length": 656
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"text": "To be, or not to be: that is the question: whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing end them?",
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"text": "Why are we still here? Just to suffer? Every night, I can feel my leg... and my arm... even my fingers. The body I've lost... the comrades I've lost... won't stop hurting... It's like they're all still there. You feel it too, don't you? I'm gonna make them give back our past.",
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"source": "Metal Gear Solid V: The Phantom Pain",
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"id": 4617,
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"length": 277
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"text": "Hating the Empire, getting revenge... It's all I ever thought about. But I never did anything about it. I mean, I realized there was nothing I could do. It made me feel hollow, alone. And then... I'd miss my brother. I'd say stuff like \"I'm gonna be a sky pirate\", or some other stupid thing. Just anything to keep my mind off it. I was just... I was running away. I needed to get away from his death.",
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"text": "Then listen up! When I joined the Corps, we didn't have any fancy schmancy tanks! We had sticks! Two sticks and a rock for a whole platoon. And we had to share the rock. Buck up, boy, you're one very lucky marine!",
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"source": "Halo 2",
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"text": "A pulse of energy wipes the galaxy clean of all its life. Vivisection of the cosmos, a dogma of the damned. The rule of ancients ceases to exist. Alone in a vast obscurity of infinite perception. Billions have vanished before my eyes. Psychopathic devastation is the rule of our demise. Sliding forward into the tale of which return is not an option, isolation, incubation of the virulent contagion.",
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"text": "Dear Me 10 Years from now, If you still feel the need to listen to this again, then maybe something went wrong? Or did you change? Do you remember? What happened? Is life better, or worst? It's never too late to try and fix things. Right now, you're probably wondering how I felt when you wrote this. Well, right now, I guess I feel like I don't have a lot of control of my life, but it's exciting nonetheless. I'm smart and handsome, and I have goals to work toward. So... me in 10 years from now, if you're reading this and you feel like things haven't changed, then just remember that it's never too late. The world around you must be different by now, but it doesn't mean you have to be. Stay positive, and keep doing your best.",
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"source": "Faye Valentine, Cowboy Bebop",
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"text": "Have you ever had a dream, Neo, that you seemed so sure it was real? But if you were unable to wake up from that dream, how would you tell the difference between the dream world & the real world?",
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"source": "The Matrix",
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"length": 191,
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"text": "Have you ever watched the jet cars race on the boulevard?... I sometimes think drivers don't know what grass is, or flowers, because they never see them slowly... If you showed a driver a green blur, Oh yes! He'd say, that's grass! A pink blur! That's a rose garden! White blurs are houses. Brown blurs are cows.",
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"source": "Fahrenheit 451",
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"length": 310,
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"id": 5484
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"text": "Human beings do not survive on bread alone... but on the nourishments of liberty. For what indeed is a man without freedom... naught but a mechanism, trapped in the cogwheels of eternity.",
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"source": "Star Trek: The Original Series",
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"length": 189,
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"id": 5496
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"text": "Your will to survive, your love of life, your passion to know... Everything that is truest and best in all species of beings has been revealed to you. Those are the qualities that make a civilization worthy to survive.",
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"source": "Star Trek: The Original Series",
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"text": "Tom, don't let anybody kid you. It's all personal, every bit of business. Every piece of shit every man has to eat every day of his life is personal. They call it business. OK. But it's personal as hell. You know where I learned that from? The Don. My old man. The Godfather. If a bolt of lightning hit a friend of his the old man would take it personal. He took my going into the Marines personal. That's what makes him great. The Great Don. He takes everything personal. Like God. He knows every feather that falls from the tail of a sparrow or however the hell it goes? Right? And you know something? Accidents don't happen to people who take accidents as a personal insult.",
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"source": "The Godfather",
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"text": "I am Heavy Weapons guy, and this is my weapon. She weighs one hundred fifty kilograms and fires two hundred dollar, custom-tooled cartridges at ten thousand rounds per minute. It costs four hundred thousand dollars to fire this weapon, for twelve seconds.",
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"source": "Team Fortess 2, Meet the Heavy",
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"length": 129,
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"id": 5676
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"text": "Music is... A higher revelation than all Wisdom & Philosophy.",
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"source": "Ludwig van Beethoven",
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"id": 5677
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"text": "Simplicity, patience, compassion.\\nThese three are your greatest treasures.\\nSimple in actions and thoughts, you return to the source of being.\\nPatient with both friends and enemies,\\nyou accord with the way things are.\\nCompassionate toward yourself,\\nyou reconcile all beings in the world.",
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"source": "Tao Te Ching",
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