No matter what night preceded it, she had never known a morning when she did not feel the rose of a quiet excitement that became a tightening energy on her body and a hunger for action in her mind - because this was the beginning of a day and it was a day of HER life.

You know, he likes me because I&#39;m his son. I have to go long and far to find someone who knows me just as me, rather than me the songwriter or whatever.

—a man looking at reality brings his own limitations to the world.

privileged to think anything you like. I am merely passing

Written By Dale Carnegie

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