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- ...I returned to walking up the mountain, and there, in the dim asexual beauty of reddening dawns and skies that firmed to blue, I discovered…
- Of course, you would have to be insane to hope your child grows up to be a playwright or poet. Given the odds, you would…
- Marxists are people whose insides are torn up day after day because they want to rule the world and no one will even publish their…
- As long as you have life and breath, believe. Believe for those who cannot. Believe even if you have stopped believing. Believe for the sake…
- You’ll join me sooner than you know in a place with . . . no illusions, where the truth is the only architecture, the only…
- They gave themselves up to the stars the way swimmers can surrender to the waves, and the stars took them without resistance.
- When I was very young, I used to clean up after my parents. If I stay in a hotel, I make the bed and clean…
- Though builders may build, in the main they follow the plans of architects. Teachers teach, but they must have a text. Politicians govern, but only…
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