If you're unable to bake bread, don't go setting your self up as a baker.

The sun in the west was a drop of burning gold that slid nearer and nearer the sill of the world. All at once they were aware of the evening as the end of light and warmth.

The most mediocre libertine has dreamed of sultanas; every notary bears within him the debris of a poet.

Take deep breaths and hold them. Try to stay still for longer and longer periods of time. Make yourself small and like a stone. Curl the edges of yourself up and fold them under where no one else can see.

Written By Alice Sebold

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