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Lastly, to anyone who decides to take time out of their day to create something for someone else… What you do matters. Even if it's silly memes or videos or dances or jokes, or pictures of books with reviews. Even if you don’t see a dime from it, just know that it likely brightened someone’s day.
It is silly not to hope. Besides I believe it is a sin.
Do not think about sin, he thought. There are enough problems now without sin. Also, I have no understanding of it. … and I am not sure that I believe in it. Perhaps it was a sin to kill the fish. I suppose it was even though I did it to keep me alive and feed many people. But then everything is a sin. Do not think about sin. It is much too late for that and there are people who are paid to do it. Let them think about it. You were born to be a fisherman as the fish was born to be a fish.
When I like people immensely I never tell their names to anyone. It is like surrendering a part of them. I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvellous to us. The commonest thing is delightful if one only hides it. When I leave town now I never tell my people where I am going. If I did, I would lose all my pleasure. It is a silly habit, I daresay, but somehow it seems to bring a great deal of romance into one's life.
I place my hand on the window glass as we pull away.
Just a few more hours, and I’ll be back in her arms. I don’t think I ever truly understood our people's mate bond until I felt it myself. Every atom inside my body calls to her. Every piece feels incomplete without that silly human woman.
Sirius was a demi-god, and Remus was helpless to do anything but worship him. You silly, lovesick prat, he told himself.
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