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To say she is only a woman is to say a violin is a piece of wood with strings, and Dante is mere ink printed on paper.

—Bruce Crown

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AdulationBeautyDante
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A bodyguard for a pretty socialite, I was moving up in the world. Like all idiots I naturally assumed she was pretty because she was rich. You can buy anything with money, even people, even…...

—Bruce Crown

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BeautyBodyguardConsumption
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The car housed a hysterical bumper sticker: Save the Planet, and I permitted a moment of contemplation to truly bask in this thought. Save the planet? What a joke. Save the planet from what? From...

—Bruce Crown

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ClassForlornGrey
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It takes courage and strength to be sensitive to things and even more strength and courage to own up to it or be vocal about it. Robots, the only things with a perfect lack of...

—Bruce Crown

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CompassionCourageEmpathy
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It was simpler just to keep things simple.

—Bruce Crown

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ForlornPassionsSimplicity
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We are forlorn like children, and experienced like old men, we are crude and sorrowful and superficial—I believe we are lost.

—Erich Maria

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ChildrenForlornLost
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It’s funny. That feeling of home. It’s so temporary, like bathwater: the warmth eventually grows cold.

—K.M. Alexander

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ForlornHomeSad-But-True
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The MoonIAnd, like a dying lady lean and pale,Who totters forth, wrapp’d in a gauzy veil,Out of her chamber, led by the insaneAnd feeble wanderings of her fading brain,The moon arose up in the murky...

—Percy Bysshe

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