I don't ask for the meaning of the song of a bird or the rising of the sun on a misty morning. There they are, and they are beautiful.
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Nationality: American Type: Journalist Born: June 24, 1935 |
“I guess I just prefer to see the dark side of things. The glass is always half empty. And cracked. And I just cut my lip on it. And chipped a tooth.”
“We get more dangerous as we accumulate knowledge, and that's both a sadness and something to control, try to learn to live with, make terms with.”