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“Come to think of it”—Donkey's thoughts were tumbling over each other in a way he found quite distracting—“if I were escaping, that would mean I was ... imprisoned?”

“We must be our own before we can be another’s.”

I paused and examined Myself for signs of imminent madness or tendencies to self-destruction. Finding none, I read further.

“It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are thoroughly alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger after them.”

"This gorgeous green, / this searing lilac, / this heart that is nothing but mystery.”

“What was family life in Nazareth like? In the home of the Holy Family in Nazareth, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph sanctified their ordinary life, without doing anything spectacular or newsworthy. They led a life that was to all appearance the same as that of their neighbors, a life that was important, not because of the material things they did, but because of the love that they put into these things, in perfect union with the Will of God the Father.”