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... Old Clothes, Old Friends, Old Books. One Needs Constants In A Traveling Life.

... People Misunderstood Death, They Died Not Of Too Little Life But Of Too Much Life, That As The Skin Withered And The Future Grew Short It Was The Past That Took On Flesh, Until Ultimately The Sheer Accumulation Of Experience And Memory Became Too Heavy To Carry.

Both Therapy And Friendship Possessed The Common Denominator Of Discovering A Self.

The Best Things Arrive On Time.

Everything Matters Terribly To Children, You Know, They're Fresh And Unformed.