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To each other, we were as normal and nice as the smell of bread. We were just a family. In a family even exaggerations make perfect sense.
I just think that we're capable of so much more; we don't utilize all our capacity like we should.
Isabel Allende, Writer (1942) |
Irving Babbitt, Critic (1865) |
James A. Baldwin, Author (1924) |
Jim Capaldi, Musician (1944) |
Caleb Carr, Novelist (1955) |
James Fallows, Journalist (1949) |
Karl Amadeus Hartmann, Composer (1905) |
Lance Ito, Judge (1950) |
Victoria Jackson, Comedian (1959) |
George Kimble, Historian (1908) |
Enrico Caruso, Musician (1921) |
Thomas Gainsborough, Artist (1788) |
Warren G. Harding, President (1923) |
John Keegan, Historian (2012) |
Fritz Lang, Director (1976) |