She had always wanted words, she loved them; grew up on them. Words gave her clarity, brought reason, shape.
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— Michael Ondaatje
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Once when he was a wee child, he stuck a crayon up his nose because he wanted colorful boogers. If that doesn't explain his temperament and artistry then maybe he is just neurotic. Although he does take great pride in his neurosis, which he usually mistakes for his schizophrenia.
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