I love people. I love my family, my children . . . but inside myself is a place where I live all alone and that's where you renew your springs that never dry up.
Pearl S. Buck
posted by B. at
10:36 PM
Friday, March 4
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1 Comments:
this reminds me of thomas wolfe's you can never go home again. looking out through the bars of the crib. buck's observation is much more optimistic, but i think the perception springs from the same well. - aric
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