“I go to sleep exhausted,” she said. “I wake up tired.” Yes.” — Julia Claiborne Johnson Copy Share Image
“Will walked silently to touch the iron rungs hidden under the rustling ivy. “Dad. You won’t pull these off …?” Dad probed one with his fingers. “Some day, when you’re tired of them, you’ll take them off yourself.” “I’ll never… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
