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I don't think I'd like to be a different person. But I do sometimes see my cats lolling about and think it would be nice to be one of them.
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I went to high school in Stockton, CA.
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I worked as an actor for many years. Then I segued to some non-fiction writing.
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A will to be unkind is like a sickness. It can be healed or driven out. But to be unkind because you are thoughtless is the worst kind of blindness: difficult to cure, because you cannot see the fault even as you commit it.
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I love being a writer. I don't really want to do anything else!
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In spite of myself, I gave a snort. "Just once, I'd like to hear a simple, straightforward prophecy.
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Love cannot thrive simply by being offered. Sooner or later it must be accepted and reciprocated. It must be seen for what it is and nourished according to its needs, or it will die.
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I had to cease to mourn what could never be and make the most of what was possible. And I would begin doing that by trying to mend the hurts of the past.
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Over and over, we start our own tales, compose our own stories, whether our lives are short or long. Until at last all our beginnings come down to just one end, and the tale of who we are is done.
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I have not led an ordinary life, nor a life that would suit everyone. I took great risks, but because I did, I also earned great reward. I found the way to show my true face freely, without fear. Because of this, I found true love.
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Five is for five heartbeats, the length of time it takes to breathe in or out. For that is how quickly a life may change, for better or for ill. The time it takes to make up, or change, your mind.
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Yet even the brightest of sunrises must come to an end.
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How did you explain a thing it had not occurred to you to question? A thing you just knew, clear through to your soul?
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As long as a thing is unknown, it belongs to us in a way that well-known things do not. For we have the opportunity to fill the empty, unknown spaces for ourselves, and in them there is room for imagination and for hope.
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That is what love is I thought. A possibility that becomes a choice. A choice you keep making over and over. Day after day. Year after year. Time after time.
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You must never call your enemy by a name you choose for him." “Instead you must call him by the name he calls himself. What he chooses will reflect his pride; it will reveal his desires. But what you choose to call him will reveal your fears, which should be kept to yourself, lest your enemy find the way to exploit them.
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I'm sorry I never really believed," I said. "Not the way Jack did." "It doesn't make any difference," my mother replied. Her eyes focused on the beanstalk for a moment, then returned to mine. "You believe now. Be safe and smart up there, my Gen. Be yourself." Before I could answer, my mother turned away and walked quickly toward the house. I turned to face the beanstalk. There is no going back now, I thought. For better or worse, there was only going forward. There was only going up. Seizing the trunk of the beanstalk with both hands, I pushed off from the World Below and began to climb.
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How much easier my life would be if I did not love you! I thought. How much less painful, but how much plainer. How much less color there would be in the world.
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Darkness may cover light, but that is not the same thing as putting it out. Whereas, to overcome darkness, all light need do is to exist.
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For in hope's absence, a miracle arrived...
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Love so joyfully and freely given can never be taken away. It is never truly gone.
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Even the most straightforward of paths could turn out to be more complicated than it seemd at first.
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Little princess, lovely as the dawn, well named Aurore.
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All of us show many faces to the world. No one shows her true face all of the time. To do that would be dangerous, for what is seen can also be known.