This violence, oh, how it draws me to it like a fly to honey, though the repercussions, such as that of pain and guilt, of this intense action repulses me as if the sweet substance were only coating vinegar.
When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind
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