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“Boy," said the old man at last, "in five years, how would you like a job selling shoes in this emporium?"
"Gosh, thanks, Mr. Sanderson, but I don't know what I'm going to be yet."
"Anything you want to be son," said the old man, "you'll be. No one will ever stop you.”
― Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine

“It's a lonely life, but you're used to it now, aren't you?”
― Ray Bradbury

“I have acid rain in my brain and it's killing the flowers in my heart.”
― Marianna Page

“The windows of my soul I throw
Wide open to the sun.”
― John Greenleaf Whittier, John Greenleaf Whittier's Poetry: An Appraisal and a Selection