I’ve never written, though I thought I wrote, never loved, though I thought I loved, never done anything but wait outside the closed door.

Love is fed by the imagination, by which we become wiser than we know, better than we feel, nobler than we are: by which we can see life as a whole, by which and by which alone we can understand others in their real and their ideal relation. Only what is fine, and finely conceived can feed love. But anything will feed hate.

Things are not as we would like them to be. There is only one way to deal with it, namely to try and be all right oneself.

The Fifth Amendment to the U.S. Constitution protects against self-incrimination,

Written By John Grisham

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