Because you don't notice the light without a bit of shadow. Everything has both dark and light. You have to play with it till you get it exactly right.

Listen to our parents, obey the rules that's been sat. keep being you.

¿Existe ese Aleph en lo íntimo de una piedra? ¿Lo he visto cuando vi todas las cosas y lo he olvidado? Nuestra mente es porosa para el olvido; yo mismo estoy falseando y perdiendo, bajo la trágica erosión de los años, los rasgos de Beatriz

Don't let the bastards grind you down. I repeat this to myself but it conveys nothing. You might as well say, Don't let there be air; or, Don't be.

Written By Margaret Atwood

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