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I don't want five hundred billion neural chips. I want guts.

Mary E. Pearson

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Mary E. Pearson
Age: 69
Born: 1955
Born: August 14
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I think that maybe forgiveness is like change - it comes in small steps. (256)
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It's other people who make us wise, and I haven't known nearly enough.
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Multiple closets for different needs. Overkill.
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Words have longer lives than people.
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What I think is all I have left. My mind is the only thing that makes me different from a fancy toaster. What we think does matter-it's all we truly have.
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But I am more than a name. More than they tell me
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He believes me. But that is nothing new. He always did because I was a rule follower. I played by the rules he understood. But there are new rules now, ones he doesn't know yet. He'll learn. Just as I'm learning.
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On a small planet, where minute follows minute, day follows day, year follows year, where tradition marches on with a deafening, orderly beat -sometimes the order is disturbed by a dreamer, an artist, a scribbler - sometimes the beat is changed one person at a time.
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Chance. It weaves through our lives like a golden thread, sometimes knotting, tangling, and breaking along the way. Loose threads are left hanging, but the in and out, the back and forth continues, the weaving goes on. It doesn't stop.
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Are the details of our lives who we are, or is it owning those details that makes the difference?
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I wonder at the weight of a Sparrow.
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Picture yourself five years from now. Where do you want to be? Remember that. Every day. That's how you'll get there.
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Which weakness shall I tell her? “I walk funny,” I say, and she’s satisfied with that. (inside joke)
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