she was too big to be a thief, too honest to be an assassin, too intelligent to be a wife, and too proud to enter the only other female profession generally available.

But I would lie on the floor and analyze everything. I&#39;d listen to all the strings and the background vocals on the Saturday Night Fever soundtrack and try to pick out the different instruments.

I like these streets... I always feel as though it's a performance being staged for me; as though the second I've passed they'll all stop leaping and laughing and, instead grow very sad, remembering how poor they are, and retreat with bowed heads into their houses. You often get that effect abroad

None of us could be happy for long, doing nothing.

Written By Orson Scott Card

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