No woman ever ages beyond eighteen in her heart.

If you can learn that, then no matter what happens to you, you can weather the storm and build on the good you find in any situation.

Sometimes I nursed starfish alive in jam jars of seawater and watched them grow back lost arms. On this day, this awful birthday of otherness, my rival, somebody else, I flung the starfish against a stone. Let it perish.

The sale of souls to gain the whole world is completely voluntary and almost unanimous...but not quite.

Written By John Steinbeck

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