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[Mar. 28th, 2009|05:20 pm] |
"At the end of eight years, after having learned to write Latin poetry, play the clavichord, talk about falconry with gentlemen and apologetics with archbishops, discuss affairs of state with foreign rulers and affairs of God with the Pope, she returned to her parents' home to weave funeral wreaths."
- Marquez
"It had whispered to him things about himself which he did not know, things of which he had no conception till he took counsel with this great solitude--and the whisper had proved irresistibly fascinating. It echoed loudly within him because he was hollow at the core..."
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[Aug. 19th, 2008|01:35 pm] |
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xoxo ren
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[Mar. 18th, 2008|10:27 pm] |
Nobody takes us seriously. But we take us seriously. Isn't that enough?
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