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Okay, so there__ just you. Your goals, your career, your crew, your prospects, and your God. All together, chillin_. Before the house, the apartment, the kids, the boyfriend, the wedding, the night you crossed over with your frat brothers, there__ that pivotal point of asking your heart, __ho am I, really? What do I really like? Do I want to change for someone else? Is my soul mate right now, somewhere, finishing this sentence and completing my thoughts?

Like people would ever want to read books on an electronic screen.

Live each day as if it__ your last_, that was the conventional advice, but really, who had the energy for that? What if it rained or you felt a bit glandy? It just wasn__ practical. Better by far to simply try and be good and courageous and bold and to make a difference. Not change the world exactly, but the bit around you. Go out there with your passion and your electric typewriter and work hard at _ something. Change lives through art maybe. Cherish your friends, stay true to your principles, live passionately and fully and well. Experience new things. Love and be loved, if you ever...

The perfect human being is uninteresting. _ Joseph Campbell

When something needs to be ironed I put it in the ironing basket. If a year goes by and the item is still in the basket I throw the item away. This is a good system since eventually I end up only with clothes that don__ need ironing.

The point of life was to press on, to do the best you can, to make the world a better place.

You could put a blond wig on a hot-water heater and some dude would try to fuck it.

You also know you__e surrendered when you don__ react to criticism and rush to defend yourself. Surrendered hearts show up best in relationships. You don__ edge others out, you don__ demand your rights, and you aren__ self-serving when you__e surrendered.

We all tell our stories the way we want to. And sometimes those stories have nothing to do with reality.

Teach me how to fly, my beautiful butterfly.

I realize that sometimes death comes before you expect it. That while we are rarely prepared for our friends, family and loved ones to die, we are never prepared for our own deaths. Never prepared to reconcile our own regrets.

They say it grows so cold up here in winter that a man__ laughter freezes in his throat and chokes him to death,_ Ned said evenly. __erhaps that is why the Starks have so little humor.

I felt no shame in these activities, because I understood what almost no one else seemed to grasp: that there was only an infinitesimal difference, a difference so small that it barely existed except as a figment of the human imagination, between working in a tall green glass building on Park Avenue and collecting litter in a park. In fact, there may have been no difference at all.

He hadn__ been peeping intentionally; he__ been trying to sneak into my room. So that was slightly less creepy, I supposed.

There__ a coward and a fool, and both of them are you, My heart is cracked and broken, but yours is frozen through.

Theoretically the planet could suddenly crack in half, leaving me on one side and you on the other side, forever and tragically parted, but I__ not worried about that, either. Some things,_ Jace said,

Language, that most human invention, can enable what, in principle, should not be possible. It can allow all of us, even the congenitally blind, to see with another person__ eyes.

You can only control your own actions. Not other people__ reactions.