Look, why don’t you sit yourself down over there and let me plug you in?” He gestured Arthur toward a chair which looked as if it had been made out of the rib cage of a stegosaurus. “It was made out of the rib cage of a stegosaurus,” explained the old man

I prefer, in a word, the republican system, because it comes up more nearly to God&#39;s system.

You don't have to endure being someone else. Just be what you were meant to be.

A gull on an invisible wire attached through space dragged. You carry the symbol of your frustration into eternity. Then the wings are bigger Father said only who can play a harp.

Written By William Faulkner

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