Wonder are your thoughts that bind me
Wonder are your eyes that find me

The war effects me less than it ought. I can do no service to anybody by agitating for news or making dole over the slaughter.

He remembered how satisfied he had been as a youngster, and that with the little he had had - a dog, a stick, an aloneness he loved (which did not bleed him like his later loneliness), and he wished he could have lived longer in his boyhood. This was an old thought with him.

Greater physiological knowledge of the brain makes the existence of the soul less possible yet more probable, by the nature of the search.

Written By Stephen King

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