A Quote by Ana Monnar
Some people suffer from the green-eyed monster called envy.
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For 'tis green, green, green, where the ruined towers are gray, And it's green, green, green, all the happy night and day; Green of leaf and green of sod, green of ivy on the wall, And the blessed Irish shamrock with the fairest green of all.
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The press is like any business. It's a group of really intelligent individuals that ends up being one slathering, one-eyed, drooling monster.
The press is like any business. Its a group of really intelligent individuals that ends up being one slathering, one-eyed, drooling monster.
