Lovers of hunting, and beginners seeking your prey: Don't aim your rifles at my happiness, which isn’t worth the price of the bullet (you'd waste on it). What seems to you so nimble and fine, like a fawn, and flees every which way, like a partridge, isn’t happiness. Trust me: my happiness bears no relation to happiness. -Taha Mohammad Ali
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