Freedom of the press is a flaming sword.  Use it wisely, hold it high, guard it well.

In the Land of Memory the time is always Now. In the Kingdom of Ago, the clocks tick... but their hands never move. There is an Unfound Door (O lost) and memory is the key which opens it.

Facts are the barren branches on which we hang the dear, obscuring foliage of our dreams.

Because every day in my journal I write down the best thing that's happened to me. And today it's you." When   When Johanna said that, I felt light, warm in that spot just above my stomach where it usually feels clenched and tight.

Written By Gary Paulsen

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