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"“It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.” - Ursula K. Le Guin, The Left Hand of Darkness
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"On thousands of walks throughout Leelanau County I learned my own life. Looking at the Manitous on a winter walk is worth any self-help book save the Bible." - Jim Harrison
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"He was obsessed with the Arctic, his imagination stoked by epic accounts of the doughty pioneers who had led wooden ships into uncharted waters and northern mists." – Sara Wheeler, “In Cold Blood?”
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Open House for Butterflies - by Ruth Krauss, pictures by Maurice Sendak
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"I would like to be remembered as a - somebody who could rock your soul or make your cry with a song. And somebody who's kind, who loved to laugh, and loved his God." - Gregg Allman
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All I want is to breathe.
Won't you breath with me?
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"Beware the barrenness of a busy life." – Socrates
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When anxious, uneasy and bad thoughts come, I go to the sea, and the sea drowns them out with its great wide sounds, cleanses me with its noise, and imposes a rhythm upon everything in me that is bewildered and confused.
- Rainer Maria Rilke
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It’s just… It’s just an artist air around New Orleans. It’s like a gas that’s leakin’ out, and everybody is, you know, inhaling and exhaling it. And all of a sudden... Boom!
- Joseph “Zig” Modeliste
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“Insight roams the sea of the unconscious like the Loch Ness monster, a rumor whose wake occasionally becomes visible, but even then it's mystifying and scarcely believed.”
- Diane Ackerman
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"Last of all Frey bent his eyes upon the far, cold land of Jotunheim, beyond the ocean, where the giants lived; and as he did so, a beam of brightness dazzled him."
Abbie Farwell Brown - In The Days of Giants, 1902
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