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Fashioned from the earth, we are souls in clay form. We need to remain in rhythm with our inner clay voice and longing. — John O'Donohue

That becomes the revolution, to be idealistic enough that you think you can change the world, and what you find is you can't change anything but yourself. — Marilyn Manson

answers. I took another swig of water, screwed the cap back on and thought about the next place I must look for Doc. I did not like it — Rolland Love

The technique of the book and the technique carried by the figure of Scheherazade is one of opening the Sultan's mind. He's emblematic of the ignorant person: the ignorant, lock-in, raging man who wants to kill all he doesn't understand. The model of the book is the extraordinary, very-large, Mirror of Princes. — Marina Warner

The healthy know not of their health, but only the sick: this is the physician's aphorism, and applicable in a far wider sense than he gives it. — Thomas Carlyle

It is very hard for evil to take hold of the unconsenting soul. — Ursula K. Le Guin

Ecclesiasticism in science is only unfaithfulness to truth. — Thomas Huxley

Might I be the one I am looking for? — Natalie Clifford Barney

The young men in the inner city are without guidance, robbing and shooting each other with no remorse ... Our system is crazy because we're planning to fail. Everybody needs something to grasp on to. — Lamar Odom

You have my word. If you return with me, you won't be harmed. I'd die first. — Sophie Jordan

She poured out Swann's tea, inquired "Lemon or cream?" and, on his answering "Cream, please," said to him with a laugh: "A cloud!" And as he pronounced it excellent, "You see, I know just how you like it." This tea had indeed seemed to Swann, just as it seemed to her; something precious, and love has such a need to find some justification for itself, some guarantee of duration, in pleasures which without it would have no existence and must cease with its passing. — Marcel Proust