Welcome to my dungeon. It's not much," Linc said as he cleaned off a chair for her. "But… it's not much." He dumped the files and books on the floor. "The nice thing about starting at the bottom is, you can't get any lower." "If I'm a good boy, I'll get my own stapler

I spent my whole life helping my mother carry around her psychic trunks like a bitter bellhop. So a great load was lifted when she died, and my life was much easier.

How can you see if your eyes are closed? Closed to all those who are hurting around the world.

We’re in the vanguard of a nameless battle, a battle without arms or bloodshed or glory: we’re in the vanguard of waiting.

Written By Marguerite Duras

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