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“I have tried to live very quietly, so I could be happy.”
― Kay Ryan

“Like a fellow running from or toward a gun ain't got time to worry whether the word for what he is doing is courage or cowardice.”
― William Faulkner, Light in August

“Half of what I say is meaningless; but I say it so that the other half may reach you.”
― Khalil Gibran, Sand and Foam

“At first it had been a torrent; now it was a tide, with a flow and ebb. During its flood she could almost fool them both. It was as if out of her knowledge that it was just a flow that must presently react was born a wilder fury, a fierce denial that could flag itself and him into physical experimentation that transcended imagining, carried them as though by momentum alone, bearing them without volition or plan. It was as if she knew somehow that time was short, that autumn was almost upon her, without knowing yet the exact significance of autumn. It seemed to be instinct alone: instinct physical and instinctive denial of the wasted years. Then the tide would ebb. Then they would be stranded as behind a dying mistral, upon a spent and satiate beach, looking at one another like strangers, with hopeless and reproachful (on his part with weary: on hers with despairing) eyes.”
― William Faulkner, Light in August