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“Books are the mirrors of the soul.”
― Virginia Woolf, Between the Acts

“It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.”
― George Orwell, 1984

“Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you're there.

It doesn't matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away. The difference between the man who just cuts lawns and a real gardener is in the touching, he said. The lawn-cutter might just as well not have been there at all; the gardener will be there a lifetime.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“I wonder how many people I've looked at all my life and never seen.”
― John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent