February 2012
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"Days" by Philip Larkin
What are days for?
Days are where we live.
They come, they wake us
Time and time over.
They are to be happy in:
Where can we live but days?
Ah, solving that question
Brings the priest and the doctor
In their long coats
Running over the fields.
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Had my credentials been in order I would never have become a writer. Had I been...
– Joan Didion,1976 NYT article, “Why I Write,” (full PDF)
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I only care what you think of yourself. If you feel your value lies in being...
– Marmee, Lousisa May Alcott’s Little Women
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