I've always wanted to go to Timbuktu. First of all I think it has the best name of anywhere in the world.
“Simon,” she whispered, vaguely surprised that she had just used his first name, for she had never used it even in the privacy of her thoughts. Moistening her dry lips, she tried once more, and to her astonishment, she did it again. “Simon…” “Yes?” A new tension had entered his long, hard body, and at the same time, his hand moved over the shape of her skull in the softest caress possible. “Please… take me to my room.” Hunt tilted her head back gently and regarded her with a sudden faint smile playing on his lips. “Sweetheart, I would take you to Timbuktu if you asked.“
The role of the artist is to be the witness of life, timbuktu.
Honestly, I think winning changes all of that. It doesn't matter where you are - it could be Timbuktu - if you win, people will watch, they'll follow and they'll support. It's my responsibility to put a team on the floor that will win, and that attracts players. Look at the teams that have been successful in the NBA. Yes, you have big, glamorous cities like L.A. But Miami has won, and so has San Antonio. Oklahoma City is a very successful team. They're not the biggest markets.
The University of Timbuktu never existed. The only thing that existed in Timbuktu was a small mud hut.
Not just a timely movie, a great one...Timbuktu feels at once timely and permanent, immediate and essential.
Black men of Carthage, Ethiopia, of Timbuktu and Alexandria gave the likes of civilization to this world
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