"He could see the sunrise beginning, a huge blood orange of a morning sun surrounded by gray clouds tinged with scarlet. It was the kind of sky that makes even the most prosaic person discover a deeply buried urge to start painting in oils."
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"Each person who ever was, or is, or will be, has a song. It isn't a song that anybody else wrote. It has its own melody, it has its own words...
Most of us fear that we cannot do it justice with our own voices, or that our words are too foolish, or too honest, or too odd. So people live their songs instead."
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"It wasn't that people liked Grahame Coats, or that they trusted him. Even the people he represented thought he was a weasel. But they believed he was their weasel, and in that they were wrong. Graham Coats was his own weasel."
From Anansi Boys by Neil Gaiman
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