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There are endless ways to amuse oneself and be idle, and most of them lie outside the woods. I assume that when… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
You still think I've gone cracked in the head," Ben said, amused. "Listen, if tomorrow we pulled into Biren and someone told… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
The clean clear colours were in my head. But one day as I looked at the brown burned wood of the Shanty,… — Georgia O'Keeffe Copy Share Image
If we're open to it, God can use even the smallest thing to change our lives... to change us. It might be… — Donna VanLiere Copy Share Image
Why must people kneel down to pray? If I really wanted to pray I’ll tell you what I'd do. I'd go out… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
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I was really interested in this ability for others to create virtual memories for us. In "The Cartographers" I explore this through… — Alexander Weinstein Copy Share Image
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Take from my palms, to soothe your heart, a little honey, a little sun, in obedience to Persephone's bees. You can't untie… — Osip Mandelstam Copy Share Image
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