The storm had now definitely abated, and what thunder there was now grumbled over more distant hills, like a man saying 'And another thing...' twenty minutes after admitting he'd lost the argument.

We are just statistics, born to consume resources.

definite settlement of the question.  From the deck, where I merely turned round and looked, I saw the light of another summer

She is a friend of mind. She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order. It&#39;s good, you know, when you got a woman who is a friend of your mind.

Written By Toni Morrison

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