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If anything interferes with my inner peace, I will walk away. Arguments with family members. All that stuff. None of it matters. ↗

— Shirley MacLaine

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The soul is everlasting, and its learning experience is lifetime after lifetime. ↗

— Shirley MacLaine

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You know, I think I had my first past life recall when I was 7. ↗

— Shirley MacLaine

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I want to write such things as compel the admiring acclamation of the world at large, such things as are written but once in years, things subtle but distinctly different from the books written every day. ↗

— Mary MacLane

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It is with pain that I read of the dire effects of my book upon the minds of young girls. ↗

— Mary MacLane

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Just why I sent it to the publishers would be hard to say, but when I had finished it I felt that it was literature, because it is real and because it was well written. And I know that the world wants such things. ↗

— Mary MacLane

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My intention to lecture is as vague as my intention is to go on the stage. I will never consider an offer to lecture, not because I despise the vocation, but because I have no desire to appear on the public rostrum. ↗

— Mary MacLane

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The book, you understand, was not written for publication. It was the portrayal of my emotions, the analysis of my own soul life during three months of my nineteenth year. I wrote then all the time, just as I do now, but, though the book is in diary form, it is not a diary. ↗

— Mary MacLane

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When I was three years old I was taken with my family to a little town in Western Minnesota, where I lived a more or less vapid and ordinary life until I was ten. ↗

— Mary MacLane

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Journalism is concerned with events, poetry with feelings. Journalism is concerned with the look of the world, poetry with the feel of the world. ↗

— Archibald MacLeish

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