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Will Smith Actor, Producer, Rapper
Love

“I love producing. I am loving doing that. I think that is my most natural space in the business. I just love producing or editing and that's where I thrive.”

Willa Ford Singer, Actress
Love

“I like the idea that people have formed their own opinions. And of course once people meet me or talk to me their opinion totally changes because I'm much more that girl that you hang out with than you think.”

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Willa Ford Singer, Actress
Creative

“I believe we have all this image stuff and blah, blah, blah but at the end of the day it all boils down to music don't you think?”

WS
Willi Smith Fashion Designer
Love

“I love producing my kids and my wife's TV show. I love doing that. I think that's my most natural space in the business. I would say the most natural space for me is producing or editing. That's just where I thrive.”

WB
William Beckett Musician
Creative

“I think that a great song needs the full package. I think that a great song needs everything from lyrics, to melody, to music, and it needs to be interesting and it needs take you in and swallow you and swish you around, and then regurgitate you back in better form.”

William Blake Poet, Painter
Spiritual

“Think not thou canst sigh a sigh And thy maker is not by; Think not thou canst weep a tear And thy maker is not near.”

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William Butler Yeats Poet, Playwright
Spiritual

“Now as to magic. It is surely absurd to hold me "weak" or otherwise because I choose to persist in a study which I decided deliberately four or five years ago to make, next to my poetry, the most important pursuit of my life...If I had not made magic my constant study I could not have written a single word of my Blake book, nor would The Countess Kathleen have ever come to exist. The mystical life is the center of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write.”

William Butler Yeats Poet, Playwright
Sad

“You think it horrible that lust and rage Should dance attention upon my old age; They were not such a plague when I was young; What else have I to spur me into song?”

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William Butler Yeats Poet, Playwright
Grateful

“You that would judge me, do not judge alone this book or that, come to this hallowed place where my friends' portraits hang and look thereon; Ireland's history in their lineaments trace; think where man's glory most begins and ends and say my glory was I had such friends.”

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William Butler Yeats Poet, Playwright
Inspired

“. . . you may think I waste my breath Pretending that there can be passion That has more life in it than death”

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William Faulkner Novelist, Poet, Playwright
Philosophical

“I think that no one individual can look at truth. It blinds you. You look at it and you see one phase of it. Someone else looks at it and sees a slightly awry phase of it. But taken all together, the truth is in what they saw though nobody saw the truth intact.”

William Faulkner Novelist, Poet, Playwright
Spiritual

“She forced herself once more to think of nothing, to keep her consciousness immersed, as a little dog that one keeps under water until he has stopped struggling”

William Faulkner Novelist, Poet, Playwright
Spiritual

“You don't dare think whole even to yourself the entirety of a dear hope or wish let alone a desperate one else you yourself have doomed it.”

William Faulkner Novelist, Poet, Playwright
Philosophical

“...thinking as he had thought before and would think again and as every other man has thought: how false the most profound book turns out to be when applied to life.”

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William Faulkner Novelist, Poet, Playwright
Motivated

“I think that-that anyone, the painter, the musician, the writer works in a-a kind of an-an insane fury. He's demon-driven. He can get up feeling rotten, with a hangover, or with-with actual pain, and-and if he gets to work, the first thing he knows, he don't remember that pain, that hangover-he's too busy.”

William Faulkner Novelist, Poet, Playwright
Angry

“When the switch fell I could feel it upon my flesh; when it welted and ridged it was my blood that ran, and I would think with each blow of the switch: Now you are aware of me! Now I am something in your secret and selfish life, who have marked your blood with my own for ever and ever.”