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Stolen Moments All artists are pickpockets. Friend of Robert W. Fuller

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Inliers And Outstanders “Until then I had thought each book spoke of the things, human or divine, that lie outside books. Now I realized that not infrequently books speak of books: it is as if they spoke among themselves. In the light of this reflection, the library seemed all the more disturbing to me. It was then the place of a long, centuries-old murmuring, an imperceptible dialogue between one parchment and another, a living thing, a receptacle of powers not to be ruled by a human mind, a treasure of secrets emanated by many minds, surviving the death of those who had produced them or had been their conveyors.” Umberto Eco, The Name of the Rose

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Wisdom Rummage Sale, Free Box I would rather be without a state than without a voice. Edward Snowden

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More Of The Different Take your own vision and multiply it by itself Anthony Weston

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A Plurality Of Tellings I’m not ambitious in the traditional sense. I don’t want a big house or a big bank account; I don’t give a rat’s about those things. I don’t want to be the boss of anything or manage anyone but myself. But I do take a lot of pleasure in surprising my stuffy old colleagues by publishing something they don’t know. I just love to move the ball forward, even if it’s only a millimeter, in the great human quest to figure it all out. Geraldine Brooks, People of the Book

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Think Twice, It's Alright Wind is song Of whom and of what? Of the sword's longing To be the word. People cherish the day of death Like a favorite daisy. Believe that the strings of the great Are strummed by the East these days. Perhaps we'll be given new pride By the wizard of those shining mountains, And I, of many souls captain, Will wear a white snowcap of reason. V. V. Khlebnikov 1918-1919

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F the Default Intelligence and temperament are not marathon races: there are no fixed criteria for success, no start or finish lines — and running sideways or backward, might secure victory. Siddhartha Mukherjee