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James Carlos Blake Quotes

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If you’re afraid to defend your convictions because you might get your ass kicked for it, you’re not really fit to advocate for them.
James Carlos Blake

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A man who can laugh at himself is truly blessed, for he will never lack for amusement.
James Carlos Blake

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History is a story of violence at work. It all comes down to the old saw that, however much you can gain with a kind word, you can gain more with a kind word and a gun.
James Carlos Blake

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If the devil ever raised a garden, the Everglades was it.
James Carlos Blake

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Violence is the most elemental truth of life. It's the central shaper of history, the ultimate determiner of whether A or B is going to get his way.
James Carlos Blake

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Men tend to remember the best things about the women they've loved and to forget the worst, which is why so many men make the same mistakes with women again and again. Women tend to forget the best things about the men they've loved and to remember the worst, which is why so many women become bitter about men.
James Carlos Blake

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The greatest tragedy that can befall a man is never to know who he really is.
James Carlos Blake

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If a woman has a good ass the rest of her wil be nicely configured too, except for maybe the face. The face is always on its own.
James Carlos Blake

Quote Topics by James Carlos Blake: Men Ass Self Knowledge Bitter Truth Of Life Way Stories Stars Blessed Faces Laughing Raised Fit Garden Tragedy Mistake Violence Gun Distance Gains Morning Ifs Devil Might
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The shed of leaves became a cascade of red and gold and after a time the trees stood skeletal against a sky of weathered tin. The land lay bled of its colors. The nights lengthened, went darker, brightened in their clustered stars. The chilled air smelled of wood smoke, of distances and passing time. Frost glimmered on the morning fields. Crows called across the pewter afternoons.
James Carlos Blake