I shall choose friends among men, but neither slaves nor masters. And I shall choose only such as please me, and them I shall love and respect, but neither command nor obey. And we shall join our hands when we wish, or walk alone when we so desire.

Vimes struggled to his feet, shook his head and set off after it. No thought was involved. It is the ancient instinct of terriers and policemen to chase anything that runs away.

The fire to do something doesn't come from words that you read, rather it ignites from the itch that irks you from inside.

Sometimes
Being quite and observing it
Is better then
Getting in and facing it

Written By Neel

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