All acts of kindness are lights in the war for justice.

She was plain except when she laughed. She was someone on the subway. She wore loose skirts and plain shoes and was full-figured and maybe a little clumsy but when she laughed there was a flare in nature, an unfolding of something half hidden and dazzling.

I mean, a Mexican boy couldn&#39;t be anything else but an Indian. And why did you take the name of Quinn, they used to say to me. Hey, you&#39;re an Indian, so I played Indians.

Le strade migliori non collegano mai niente con nient'altro e c'è sempre un'altra strada che ti ci porta più in fretta

Written By Robert M. Pirsig

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