And, while it was regarded as pretty good evidence of criminality to be living in a slum, for some reason owning a whole street of them merely got you invited to the very best social occasions.

Love is an untamed force. When we try to control it, it destroys us. When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us. When we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused.

I think the person who takes a job in order to live - that is to say, for the money - has turned himself into a slave.

I don&#39;t often reread my own books, unless I am going into another in the series and need to refresh my mood when originating the concept.

Written By Anne McCaffrey

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