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I Believe In Walking Out Of A Museum Before The Paintings You've Seen Begin To Run Together. How Else Can You Carry Anything Away With You In Your Mind's Eye?

It Was Not The Brutality Of What Occurred Next That Changed My Mind And Brought Home To Me The Full Meaning Of Fear. It Was The Brilliance Of It.

In The End, I Always Act From The Heart, Even If I Also Value Reason And Tradition. I Wish I Could Explain Why, But I Don't Know.

There Is Nothing Harder, At Moments, Than Talking To Someone Who Has All The Power Of Silence.

For The First Time, I Had Been Struck By The Excitement Of The Traveler Who Looks History In Her Subtle Face.