What are the thorns really telling her? It's why she won't let us see them, why she clings to them--or they cling to her--as though she got herself buried in a bramble thicket and she can't get out and we can't get in to free her.

Every man has his destiny. But who needs to to go to a fortune-teller to find it? Do I go to a chef to find out if I'm hungry?" Nobu

I watch people throw aluminum cans in the trash, and I think of all the stories I&#39;ve heard about the over-mining of aluminum, the erosion that happens, and the trees that fall down.

What progress we are making. In the Middle Ages they would have burned me. Now they are content with burning my books.

Written By Sigmund Freud

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