Profits from an afternoon:
He thought of belief and the gradual loss of belief and the piercing together of something like it again.
But, oh, how his blood had almost turned in color when once, in response to a sudden call from a window, he stopped on a curbstone and first thought,
Love, Love, Love.
-Tennessee Williams
This enthusiasm which must be held in check was a great burden for a child's soul ... to restrain meant to kill, to bury.
-Anais Nin
The universe is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.
-Eden Phillpotts
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