To gain your own voice, you have to forget about having it heard.

Darkness is beautiful. It is still yet chaotic, silent yet screaming out loud, empty yet so full of emotions. It dims itself every night to let the stars shine. And yet so ironic, everyone wants to be as beautiful as stars, yet no one wants to be the darkness in which the stars shine.

[Leaves of Grass is] monstrous because it pretends to persuade the soul while it slights the intellect; because it pretends to gratify the feelings while it outrages the taste.

Happens to me all the time...People are always underestimating my dumbness.

Written By Janet Evanovich

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