A suffering or tortured animal always filled her with such a surge of sympathy that it lifted her clean out of herself.

Just like a milk has butter milk
Just like that God hide himself

For Butter milk we need heat milk
To find god we need to  meditate

I'll smile with you in success because you cried with me in failure

It was like some great big spring was tugging at him - and maybe,perhaps sooner rather than later, a boy has to decide what kind of man he is going to be. Is he going to be a player,or a playing piece...?

Written By Terry Pratchett

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