I wish to produce the fruit of my brain for my country’s good. A mere dog may fill the earth with the fruit of his body!

And there is a time, glorious too in its own way, when one scarcely exists, when one is a complete void. I mean, when boredom seems the very stuff of life.

"The way I see it, if you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain"

I watched my beautiful sister running . . . and I knew she was not running away from me or toward me. Like someone who has survived a gut-shot, the wound had been closing, closing - braiding into a scar for eight long years.

Written By Alice Sebold

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