Guilt is a rope that wears thin.
Ayn RandShe knew that she could not have reached this white serenity except as the sum of all the colors, of all the violence she had known.
Ayn RandShe thought how strange it would be if she ever said 'Hello' to him. One did not greet oneself each morning.
Ayn Randher face lay still on the air under his face...
Ayn RandThe leaves had edges of silver that trembled and rippled like a river of green and fire flowing high above us.
Ayn RandThe walls are cracked and water runs upon them within threads without sound, black and glistening as blood.
Ayn Randbut their eyes were as cold blue glass buttons.
Ayn RandThe sky is a soggy purple.
Ayn RandThe sky is like a black sieve pierced by silver drops that tremble, ready to burst through.
Ayn RandRun for your life from any man who tells you that money is evil. That sentence is the leper's bell of an approaching looter.
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