I&#39;ve had gay friends who grew up in small towns in France who had to lie for most of their lives, even to themselves. But eventually such lies become stronger than the people, and they have to face them.

The people who love only once in their lives are really the shallow people.

If they know nothing of victory, they are at least spared the knowledge of defeat.

The second I left my old life's cowpath, I discovered I didn't need a drink. It became possible to stand still in the dark under the oaks, hands at my sides, and watch and wait.

Written By Walker Percy

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