People change, though, especially after they are dead.
An eye for an eye only leads to more blindness.
I’m the only person you’ve ever met who has read Longfellow.
To take that risk, to offer life and remain alive, open yourself like this and become whole.
Perhaps its not the world that is soundless but we who are deaf.
We thought we were running away from the grownups, and now we are the grownups.
Time: old cold time, old sorrow, settling down in layers like silt in a pond.
How easy it is to invent a humanity, for anyone at all.
I didn’t much like it, this grudge-holding against the past.
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