Randy L. Schmidt

i was a woman. glamorous, sparkling, with eyes that shone, guarding secrets untold, lips that were petulant, pouting and bold with a body moulded to gentlemen's delight and pedicured toe-nails shining and bright. i patronized night clubs, danced until three, and hundreds of men were mad at me. then, in a panic my dream began to cool, i mashed out the cigarette and was late to school.

Lions and tigers, and bears, oh my! - Dorothy in Wizard of Oz (1939)

Always be a first rate version of yourself and not a second rate version of someone else.

Twas not my lips you kissed
But my soul

In the silence of night I have often wished for just a few words of love from one man, rather than the applause of thousands of people.

When a studio puts you under contract, its publicity department starts turning out news copy about you that you read with astonishment. You think, can this be me they’re talking about? They don’t really manufacture untruths, but they play up whatever makes interesting reading, and then a columnist adds his own little embellishments and another adds to that until there’s a whole body of so called ‘facts’ floating around — almost like another you — that simply isn’t real. It isn’t a lie, but it isn’t real, either.

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

I've always taken 'The Wizard of Oz' very seriously, you know. I believe in the idea of the rainbow. And I've spent my entire life trying to get over it.

never be a second-rate version of someone else, be a first-rate version of yourself

sing till i burst my breast with such passion. sing, then fall dead to lay at your feet

How strange when an illusion dies. It's as though you've lost a child.

Well, we have a whole new year ahead of us. And wouldn't it be wonderful if we could all be a little more gentle with each other, a little more loving, and have a little more empathy, and maybe, next year at this time we'd like each other a little more.

We cast away priceless time in dreams, born of imagination, fed upon illusion, and put to death by reality.

Să fii intodeauna o versiune de primă mână a propriei persoane, nu una de mâna a doua a altcuiva.