How soon country people forget. When they fall in love with a city it is forever, and it is like forever. As though there never was a time when they didn't love it. The minute they arrive at the train station or get off the ferry and glimpse the wide streets and the wasteful lamps lighting them, they know they are born for it. There, in a city, they are not so much new as themselves: their stronger, riskier selves.
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Bit by bit ... she had claimed herself. Freeing yourself was one thing; claiming ownership of that freed self was another.
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As you enter positions of trust and power, dream a little before you speak.
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I'm a controversial figure. My friends either dislike me or hate me.
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She is a friend of mind. She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order. It's good, you know, when you got a woman who is a friend of your mind
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What I think the political correctness debate is really about is the power to be able to define. The definers want the power to name. And the ...
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Beloved, you are my sister, you are my daughter, you are my face; you are me.
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She is a friend of my mind... The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order.
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There is really nothing more to say except why. But since why is difficult to handle, one must take refuge in how.
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Love is or it ain't. Thin love ain't love at all.
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Like any artist with no art form, she became dangerous.
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When there is pain, there are no words. All pain is the same.
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(Love) is easily the most empty clich�©, the most useless word, and at the same time the most powerful human emotionbecause hatred is involved in it, too.
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