I said, I want to tell you something She said, you can tell me tomorrow. I had never told her how much I loved her. She was my sister. We slept in the same bed. There was never a right time to say it. It was always unnecessary

I cannot walk through the suburbs in the solitude of the night without thinking that the night pleases us because it suppresses idle details, just as our memory does.

I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw some things back.

It's better to light a candle than curse the darkness.

Written By Terry Pratchett

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