He is crooked enough to hide behind a spiral staircase.

It’s the way I walk through the world, carrying that fear, that the beloved will go, will die, and that I will be the one to blame.

I opened the window and my heart. The sun flooded the room and love inundated my soul.

A verbalizing race has words for every old concept . . . and creates new words or new definitions for old words whenever a new concept comes along. Always! A nervous system that is able to verbalize cannot avoid verbalizing; it’s automatic.

Written By Robert A. Heinlein

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