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eagerly succeeded at the instrument by her sister Mary, who

E para ganhar meu amor, meus irmãos devem fazer mais que meramente ter nascido.

Not knowing makes it worse. I

Tal vez la vida que yo creo vivir es una ilusión paranoica.

You always look so cool. The man in the cool, colored shirts.

a destiny in the making is, believe me, not one of those honest mystery stories where all you have to do is keep an eye on the clues. In my youth I once read a French detective tale where the clues were actually in italics; but that is not McFate’s way — even if one does learn to recognize certain obscure indications.

It’s not just them. I’d get sucked right back in, she says, and I’d never get out. It’s not just the gossip and the parties and all that crap, but the whole allure of a life

presence of such a

smiles

You see, one loves the sunset when one is so sad. - Antoine Saint-Exupéry,

Better never means better for everyone, he says. It always means worse, for some.   I

I went in — after making every possible noise in the kitchen, short of pushing over the stove — but I don’t believe they heard a sound.

I learn something about fear. I learn that it is not the idle fantasies of someone who maybe wants something important to happen to him, even if the important thing is horrible.

There is, I believe, in every disposition a tendency to some particular evil, a natural defect, which not even the best education can overcome.

However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering a neighbourhood, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding families, that he is considered the

To me, you are still nothing more than a littleboy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no needof you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing morethan a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then weshall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, Ishall be unique in all the world. . .

There is something powerful in the whispering of obscenities, about those in power. There's something delightful about

Not a dandelion in sight here, the lawns are picked clean. I long for one, just one, rubbishy and insolently random and hard to get rid of and perennially yellow as the sun. Cheerful and plebeian, shining for all alike. Rings, we would make from them, and crowns and necklaces, stains from the bitter milk on our fingers. Or I'd hold one under her chin: Do you like butter? Smelling them, she'd get pollen on her nose. Or was that buttercups? Or gone to seed: I can see her, running across the lawn, that lawn there just in front of me, at two, three years old, waving one like a sparkler, a small wand of white fire, the air filling with tiny parachutes. Blow, and you tell the time. All that time, blowing away in the summer breeze. It was daisies for love though, and we did that too. ***

Truth’s a menace, science is a public danger. As dangerous as it’s been beneficent.

Negli anni più vulnerabili della giovinezza, mio padre mi diede un consiglio che non mi è mai più uscito di mente. "Quando ti vien voglia di criticare qualcuno" mi disse "ricordati che non tutti a questo mondo hanno avuto i vantaggi che hai avuto tu.