There seemed to be almost nothing left of Lalitha; she was breaking up on him the way dead songbirds did in the wild-they were impossibly light to begin with, and as soon as their little hearts stopped beating they were barely more than bits of fluff and hollow bone, easily scatterd in the wind-but this only made him more determined to hold onto what little of her he still had.

But if thought corrupts language, language can also corrupt thought.”  From "Politics and the English Language," not 1984.

It is one of the secrets of happiness that you know which battles you can win and which you can’t.

Anybody depending on somebody else&#39;s gods is depending on a fox not to eat chickens.

Written By Zora Neale Hurston

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