September 2009
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The bird that winds the spring. Every morning. In the treetops. It winds the...
– Toru Okada in The Wind Up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami
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It does not matter how slow you go so long as you do not stop.
– Confucius
I see this whenever I take the subway. Almost everyday.
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Mourn for the living. The dead have their camphor gardens.
– Salman Rushdie - Midnight’s Children