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“Illusions are to the soul what atmosphere is to the earth. Roll up that tender air and the plant dies, the colour fades. The earth we walk on is a parched cinder. It is marl we tread and fiery cobbles scorch our feet. By the truth we are undone. Life is a dream. ‘Tis waking that kills us.”
― Virginia Woolf, Orlando

“Hate is a lack of imagination.”
― Graham Greene, The Power and the Glory

“We sit silently in our living room. He watches the mute television screen and I watch him. The planes and ridges of his face are more familiar to me than my own. I understand that he wishes even more than I do that he still loved me.”
― Jo Ann Beard, The Boys of My Youth

“There is seldom a difficulty with religion where there is friendship.”
― Sebastian Barry, The Secret Scripture