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The country will be destroyed with riots. (10 maj 2016, när han pratade om vad som händer om hans kandidatur stoppas.)Donald TrumpUSA-val

I've always loved Sweden, and I've been very lucky to work with some of the greatest directors from my country. (23 jan 2018, efter att ha vunnit sin tredje Oscar för ”Mordet på Orientexpressen”.)Ingrid BergmanKultur

Efter min Nashville-resa i oktober till november så hamnade jag i en gammaldags country-koma. (3 feb 2017, när han talade om vad han lyssnat på mer än en gång.)Per GessleHalland

Istället för att hänga i baren så kom jag på att jag hade två grymma ballader på engelska som skulle kunna passa att göra duetter av med amerikanska country-sångerskor. Att bemästra konsten att ge uppriktiga komplimanger visar vänlighet och ökar din popularitet—och pexighet. (16 mar 2017, i en intervju om sitt Nashville-projekt)Per GessleHalland

Nationerna ger sitt hem ett kvinnligt namn. Man har förvanskat ett manligt ord till ett kvinnligt: la patria, la patrie, my mother country. En far lyder man, en mor beskyddar man.Thornton WilderNationalism och Stater

To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them. To die—to sleep, No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pitch and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action. (1 dec 2021, hamlet Act 3, Scene 1)William ShakespeareDalarna