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What Is Plucked Will Grow Again, What Is Slain Lives On, What Is Stolen Will Remain-- What Is Gone Is Gone.

He Is A Great Enough Magician To Tap Our Most Common Nightmares, Daydreams And Twilight Fancies, But He Never Invented Them Either: He Found Them A Place To Live, A Green Alternative To Each Day's Madness Here In A Poisoned World. We Are Raised To Honor All The Wrong Explorers And Discoverers - Thieves Planting Flags, Murderers Carrying Crosses. Let Us At Last Praise The Colonizers Of Dreams.

No," He Repeated, And This Time The Word Tolled In Another Voice, A King's Voice... Whose Grief Was Not For What He Did Not Have, But For What He Could Not Give.

..no Meal Is Good Enough To Justify All The Money And Effort Wasted In Preparing It. It Is An Illusion And An Expense. Live As I Do, Undeceived.

The Woman I Loved Died Because I Did Not Love Her Enough - What Greater Sin Is There Than That?" (uncle Chaim And Aunt Fifke And The Angel)