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Danh ngôn của Joseph Barbera (Sứ mệnh: 3)

That's what keeps me going: dreaming, inventing, then hoping and dreaming some more in order to keep dreaming.
Los Angeles was an impression of failure, of disappointment, of despair, and of oddly makeshift lives. This is California? I thought.
In those days, boxing was very glamorous and romantic. You listened to fights on the radio, and a good announcer made it seem like a contest between gladiators.