When you write, I feel as if you are drawing on me, drawing on my skin with the feather end of an old-fashioned goose pen. As if hundreds of butterflies have settled all over my face and are softly opening and closing their wings.

Grace Marks

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The difference between ignorant and stupid is that ignorant can learn.

Mary Whitney

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I did not want to be led into a grave sin of that kind, though I was afraid that the fiery red anger that was in my heart against him would drive me to it.

Grace Marks

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I thought, he wishes to go home and say to himself, "I stuck in my thumb and pulled out a plum, what a good boy am I." But I will not be anybody's plum.

Grace Marks

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