When you canโt do something truly useful, you tend to vent the pent up energy in something useless but available, like snappy dressing.
Lois McMaster BujoldA hundred objective measurements didn't sum the worth of a garden; only the delight of its users did that.
Lois McMaster BujoldDon't wish to be normal. Wish to be yourself. To the hilt. Find out what you're best at, and develop it, and hopscotch your weaknesses. Wish to be great at whatever you are.
Lois McMaster BujoldOh, was that liquor of yours a stimulant?" asked Elena. "I wondered why he didn't fall asleep." "Couldn't you tell?" chuckled Mayhew. "Not really." Miles twisted his head to take in Elena's upside-down worried face, and smile in weak reassurance. Sparkly black and purple whirlpools clouded his vision. Mayhew's laughter faded. "My God," he said hollowly, "you mean he's like that all the time?
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