This year, or this month, or, more likely, this very day,
we have failed to practise ourselves
the kind of behaviour we expect from other people.
C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity
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Marty, the future isn't written. It can be changed. You know that. Anyone can make their future whatever they want it to be. D...
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My mother loves butter more than I do, more than anyone. She pulls chunks off the stick and eats it plain, explaining cream spun around into...
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That you need a village, if only for the pleasure of leaving it. Your own village means that you're not alone, that you know there'...