GUIL: I think I have it. A man talking sense to himself is no madder then a man talking nonsense not to himself. ROS: Or just as mad. GUIL: Or just as mad. ROS: And he does both. GUIL: So there you are. ROS: Stark raving sane.

I&#39;ve never had a study in my life. I&#39;m like Jane Austen - I work on the corner of the dining table.

Wes is Wes,” Alastair said. “One in every family. I love him, but I think of him as a sarcastic pet.

We went on, cutting through the branches, and it was as if we were swimming through a sea of leaves, with the bushes as waves rising and falling and rising around us, and flinging their green sprays high to the treetops.

Written By Ayn Rand

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