People are beautiful wrecks. - Emilio Estevez

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Occasionally, in the middle of a conversation her name would be mentioned, and she would run down the steps of a chance sentence, without turning her head.

Emilio Estevez

People are beautiful wrecks.

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Since the beginning of time, every child on the planet has endeavored to please their parents.

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We've lost touch and allowed technology to take precedence over organic nature. But let's not forget that those microchips in our computers came from elements of the earth.

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I'm a wonderful disaster. So are you. We're all a mess. We're in this culture that says take this pill and you'll be happy, go on this diet and you'll be thinner, have your teeth whitened, people will love you more.

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You make a film and you don't know who it's going to appeal to.

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What I find interesting is that the people that follow your Twitters are called 'followers. ' Talk about false idolatry, right?

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