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She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad. No, she wasn’t beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul.

“Four thousand volumes of metaphysics will not teach us what the soul is.”

“It is the destiny of stars to collapse.”

Libraries were full of ideas–perhaps the most dangerous and powerful of all weapons.

Why be the sheep when you can be the wolf?

“I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy.”

There are metaphors more real than the people who walk in the street.

“The quieter you become, the more you can hear.”

“Everyone thinks writers must know more about the inside of the human head, but that’s wrong. They know less, that’s why they write. Trying to find out what everyone else takes for granted.”