plots, true or false, are necessary things, to raise up commonwealths and ruin kings.

The drive to Santa Fe on I-25 is midly zen. There are public road signs that say "Gusty Winds May Exist". This seems more like lazy philosophy than travel advice.

Intense, unexpected suffering passes more quickly than suffering that is apparently bearable; the latter goes on for years and, without our noticing, eats away at our souls, until, one day, we are no longer able to free ourselves from the bitterness and it stays with us for the rest of our lives.

Fiction is a tower of glass built from a million tiny truths, grains of sand fused together to make a single, gleaming lie.

Written By Joanne Harris

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