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That's what fiction is for. It's for getting at the truth when the truth isn't sufficient for the truth.
One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs,Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.
A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or are the others crazy?
Words, I think, are such unpredictable creatures. No gun, no sword, no army or king will ever be more powerful than a sentence. Swords may cut and kill, but words will stab and stay, burying themselves in our bones to become corpses we carry into the future, all the time digging and failing to rip their skeletons from our flesh.
The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword. If you would take a man's life, you owe it to him to look into his eyes and hear his final words. And if you cannot bear to do that, then perhaps the man does not deserve to die.
Why are you worrying about YOU-KNOW-WHO, when you should be worrying about YOU-NO-POO? The constipation sensation that's gripping the nation!
I am only responsible for my own heart, you offered yours up for the smashing my darling. Only a fool would give out such a vital organ