When you return to this mundane sphere from your visionary world, you would seem to leave a Neapolitan spring for a Lapland winter—to quit paradise for earth—heaven for hell! Taste the hashish, guest of mine—taste the hashish.

…at four o’clock in the morning, when the world is full of magic, things may be safely said that may not be uttered at any other time, so long as the person who listens believes in the same kind of magic as the person who speaks.

America needs young people to be inspired to choose sacrifice over greed.

He might be a man without character, but she was a woman without courage. Of the two, which was worse?

Written By Sue Grafton

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