How quickly we became prisoners, how quickly we gave up our freedom, how quickly we tolerated the loss of that freedom, like a child being abused, in silence.

A critic is someone who never actually goes to the battle, yet who afterwards comes out shooting the wounded.

Life give me a chance to win again
Now it's my time to achieve this second chance

The towns were like scattered puddles, left behind by a receding tide, still holding some precious drops of electricity, but drying out in a desert of rations, quotas, controls, and power-conservation rules.

Written By Ayn Rand

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