I can speak to my soul only when the two of us are off exploring deserts or cities or mountains or roads.

Then the soldiers went to Mexico and it was a kind of painful picnic. Nobody knows why you go to a picnic to be uncomfortable when it is so easy and pleasant to eat at home.

If it's in my bloodstream, It doesn't matter how far or how long I've been removed from my ancestral culture or environment; it will always be a part of me.

Her work was all she had or wanted. But there were times, like tonight, when she felt that sudden, peculiar emptiness, which was not emptiness, but silence, not despair, but immobility, as if nothing within her were destroyed, but everything stood still.

Written By Ayn Rand

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