A Quote by Alfred Eisenstaedt

Another picture I hope to be remembered by is this one of the drum major rehearsing at the University of Michigan. It was early in this morning, and I saw a little boy running after him, all the faculty children in the playing field ran after the boy, and I ran after them. This is a completely spontaneous, unstaged picture.

Alfred Eisenstaedt

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Alfred Eisenstaedt
American - Photographer
December 6, 1898 - August 23, 1995

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Brian Selznick

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C. S. Forester

Dear Skeezie, Today I ran after a boy as he was trying to get away. I tackled him and we both landed in the mud. Do you think I appeared desperate?-Joe Bunch

James Howe

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Mario Testino

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Markus Zusak

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Stephen Chbosky

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Jon Tester

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Shel Silverstein

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Rebecca Serle

Stay here!" he commanded me, then he raced off after Cal. I stopped for just a moment. Then I ran after them.

Cate Tiernan

My mother ran away from my father after 16 years of being married to him. She was 16 when she hooked up with him. She left him after having six kids.

Malik Yoba

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