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The Truth We Have To Face About The World We Live In Is That It's Driven By Profit, And Contradictions And Doubts Are Not Profitable. They Yield Wisdom, But Wisdom Is Not Profitable. I Find Pleasure In Doubt, But Let's Face It, My Pleasure Is Not Very Profitable. To Me, The Truth Is That Things Mean Many Things At Once, And All Of Them Opposed To Each Other, And All Of Them True.

Gardeners (or Just Plain Simple Writers Who Write About The Garden) Always Have Something They Like Intensely And In Particular, Right At The Moment You Engage Them In The Reality Of The Borders They Cultivate, The Space In The Garden They Occupy At Any Moment, They Like In Particular This, Or They Like In Particular That.

There's Something To Be Said About A Slightly Plump Person—you Have Just Enough Of Too Much.

What Distinguished My Life From My Brother's Is That My Mother Didn't Like Me. When I Became A Woman, I Seemed To Repel Her.

Children Like Their Mothers Especially To Be Standing Still And Watching Them, Even If They Are Sleeping. At Least That's How I Felt. There's Nothing Wrong With The Self-interest Of Children; It's Just The Way They Are.