One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.
Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums
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Do you ever wonder whether people would like you more or less if they could see inside you? But I always wonder about that. If people could see me the way I see myself—if they could live in my memories—would anyone, anyone, love me?
John Green, An Abundance of Katherines
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