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Because We Don't Know When We Will Die, We Get To Think Of Life As An Inexhaustible Well. Yet Everything Happens Only A Certain Number Of Times, And A Very Small Number Really. How Many More Times Will You Remember A Certain Afternoon Of Your Childhood, An Afternoon That Is So Deeply A Part Of Your Being That You Can't Even Conceive Of Your Life Without It? Perhaps Four Or Five Times More, Perhaps Not Even That. How Many More Times Will You Watch The Full Moon Rise? Perhaps 20. And Yet It All Seems Limitless.

She Was Saved From Prettiness By The Intensity Of Her Gaze.

The Sky Hides The Night Behind It And Shelters The People Beneath From The Horror That Lies Above.

Not All The Ravages Caused By Our Merciless Age Are Tangible Ones. The Subtler Forms Of Destruction, Those Involving Only The Human Spirit, Are The Most To Be Dreaded.

If You Don't Know Why You Like A Thing, It Is Usually Worth Your While To Attempt To Find Out.