My father was a Creole, his father a Negro, and his father a monkey; my family, its seems, begins where yours left off.
Happiness is like those palaces in fairytales whose gates are guarded by dragons: We must fight in order to conquer it.
I live like the birds on the branch. If there is no wind I stay there. But if it grows windy, I spread my wings and go where the wind carries me.
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