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If there hadn’t been a sixth day, man would not exist; copper would always be copper; and lead just lead. It’s true that everything has its Personal Legend, but one day that Personal Legend will be realized. So each thing has to transform itself into something better, and to acquire a new Personal Legend, until, someday, the Soul of the World becomes one thing only.

Americans, while occasionally willing to be serfs, have always been obstinate about being peasantry.

No one can hurry me down to Hades before my time, but if a man’s hour is come, be he brave or be he coward, there is no escape for him when he has once been born.

Everything is more beautiful because we are doomed. You will never be more lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.

So fair and foul a day I have not seen.

It echoed loudly within him because he was hollow at the core.

I felt like I was sort of disappearing. It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing everytime you crossed a road.

I’ll walk where my own nature would be leading. It vexes me to choose another guide.

Something that is loved is never lost.

I wasn’t disappointed. My expectations had been met.

What do you do when it rains?”The captain answered frankly. “I get wet.

God has a prepared path for us to follow. We just have to read the omens he has left for us.

Freely they stood who stood, and fell who fell.

Bombardment, barrage, curtain-fire, mines, gas, tanks, machine-guns, hand-grenades – words, words, but they hold the horror of the world.

some things you will think of yourself,…some things God will put into your mind

There will be killing till the score is paid.

أفضل الكتب هي تلك التي تقول لك ما تعرفه بالفعل

I hate actors. They never act like people. They just think they do.

That was when they suspended the Constitution. They said it would be temporary. There wasn’t even any rioting in the streets. People stayed home at night, watching television, looking for some direction. There wasn’t even an enemy you could put your finger on.

Last night I thought about all the kerosene I’ve used in the past ten years. And I thought about books. And for the first time I realized that a man was behind each one of the books. A man had to think them up. A man had to take a long time to put them down on paper. And I’d never even thought that thought before.