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Yes, pickle day was something to look forward to.
“So you go your way and I’ll go mine.”
There had to be the dark and muddy waters so that the sun could have something to background its flashing glory.
It was a good thing that she got herself into this other school. It showed her that there were other worlds beside the world she had been born into and that these other worlds were not unattainable.
“Dear God,” she prayed, “let me be something every minute of every hour of my life. Let me be gay; let me be sad. Let me be cold; let me be warm. Let me be hungry…have too much to eat. Let me be ragged or well dressed. Let me be sincere—be deceitful. Let me be truthful; let me be a liar. Let me be honorable and let me sin. Only let me be something every blessed minute. And when I sleep, let me dream all the time so that not one little piece of living is ever lost.”
“To look at everything always as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time: Thus is your time on earth filled with glory.”
If I Were King.
