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“fear of change is like standing under a hot shower and knowing the moment you'll turn it off you'll be freezing cold”

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“A storm that loves to destroy is happy when it sees a house made of paper, it is sad when it sees a house made of stone! A person with an educated mind who has read different books is like a house made of stone; his steadfast standing grieves the storms. If paper houses take him as a role model, the storm won't wash them away either.”

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“Song You know that it is there, lair where the bear ceases for a time even to exist. Crawl in. You have at last killed enough and eaten enough to be fat enough to cease for a time to exist. Crawl in. It takes talent to live at night, and scorning others you had that talent, but now you sniff the season when you must cease to exist. Crawl in. Whatever for good or ill grows within you needs you for a time to cease to exist. It is not raining inside tonight. You know that it is there. Crawl in.”

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“To posses in the shade, that nobility of spirit that makes no demands on life. To be in the whirl of the worlds like dust of flowers, sailing through the afternoon air on unknown wind and falling, in the torpor of dusk, wherever it falls, lost among larger things. To be this with a sure understanding, neither happy nor sad, grateful to the sun for its brilliance and to the stars for their remoteness. To be no more, have no more, want no more … The music of the hungry beggar, the song of blind man, the relic of the unknown wayfarer, the tracks in the desert of the camel without burden or destination …”

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