Freedom lies in being bold. when i get a little money, i buy books; and, if any is left, i buy food and clothes. it’s strange that words are so inadequate. yet, like the asthmatic struggling for breath, so the lover must struggle for words. in our struggle for freedom, truth is the only weapon we possess. if you do not tell the truth about yourself, you cannot tell it about other people. the feeling of sunday is the same everywhere: heavy, melancholy, standing still. like when they say, ‘as it was in the beginning.
Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy. i could lay here and read all night. i am not able to fall asleep without reading. you have that time when your brain has nothing constructive to do so it rambles. i fool my brain out of that by making it read until it shuts off. i just think it’s best to do something right up until you fall asleep. do not the most moving moments of our lives find us all without words? he had a word, too. love, he called it. but i had been used to words for a long time. i knew that that word was like the other.
Imagination is more powerful than knowledge. and may these characters remain / when all is ruin once again we are wise, wise women. we are giggling girls. be still and know that i am god. unless you try to do.