"On a Saturday afternoon in winter, when nose and fingers might be pinched enough to give an added relish to the anticipation of tea and fireside, and the whole weekend's reading lay ahead, I suppose I reached as much happiness as is ever to be reached on earth. And especially if there were some new, long-coveted book awaiting me." -C. S. Lewis, Surprised by Joy
"Is it having so little, and yet having it all? I say it's love." -Sugarland
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