There was a door to which I found no key: There was the veil through which I might not see.
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Type: Poet Born: May 18, 1048 Death: December 4, 1131 |
“Initially with The Butcher Boy, there was this kid growing up in this strange, weird environment that I remember from when I was a kid. And Patrick's vision was so complete there.”
“I have sworn to only live free. Even if I find bitter the taste of death, I don't want to die humiliated or deceived.”