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“A rose does not answer its enemies with words, but with beauty.”

“a rose for empathy can my own beauty reflect off glass again the pain subsides like matted walls like hospital halls like gas and pills and sass never can I dance in balls or prance through malls my pelvic gird’ survives tacked back intact i sigh relieved my paralysis stops there died before my eyes the drunk in fact who crashed and thrashed and mashed in flee of cops by grace i stay a higher vertebrate in this ordered peck of vine and line still mine my skin and brain remain not celibate those organs large and whole and sexed and fine the drunk fared worse in life in death in time my paraplegia dared curse his crime not mine”

“A rose, no matter how beautiful, still has to contend with thorns.”

“A rose’s beautiful scent is extracted only when it is crushed.”

“A rose started off a bud, a bird started off an egg, and a forest started off a seed.”

“A rotten nut, a reeky pear, A thing the cat left on the stair, And lots of other things as well, Each with a rather horrid smell. These are Veruca's new found friends That she will meet as she descends, And this is the price she has to pay For going so very far astray. But now, my dears, we think you might Be wondering-is it really right That every single bit of blame And all the scolding and the shame Should fall upon Veruca Salt? Is she the only one at fault? For though she's spoiled, and dreadfully so, A girl can't spoil herself, you know. Who spoiled her, then? Ah, who indeed? Who pandered to her every need? Who turned her into such a brat? Who are the culprits? Who did that? Alas! You needn't look so far To find out who these sinners are. They are (and this is very sad) Her loving parents, Mum and Dad. And that is why we're glad they fell Into the garbage chute as well.”

“A rough-hewn, squarish tunnel, maybe eight feet on a side, carved through dark stone, stretched ahead of him curving off to the left. Smokeless flames flickered in sconces spaced along the walls. Okay, first question: Who lit the sconces? And second what were the flames feeding on? What did it matter? In sharp contrast to the blah, semi-modern characterless buildings on the surface, this tunnel looked ancient. And that gave Frankie hope. Because it might lead somewhere else. Was it unreasonable to hope it led back to Manhatten-his Manhatten? Most certainly. Did he have a better route to follow? No. With the manuscript of the Great American Novella clutched to his chest, P.Frank Winslow started walking.”