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Pic of the Day: “Is he alright? Are we alright?” “Kashmir?” “Is that your idea of making a contribution?” “We hadn’t even started. We ain’t even got to the terms yet.” “We came this close to losing that.” “Hey, I don’t even understand what happened in there. What did I say?” “You called his niece a whore.” “A very cheap one.” “What?” “She’s seven.” “Currently confined to bed with a wicked case of…” “No, you don’t need to tell him that.” (20th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: “Who’s gonna read me my bedtime stories?” “Mommy will.” “You’re not gonna kiss me good night anymore, are you, Dad?” “No, I won’t be able to do that. But, you know, I get to visit. It’s gonna be ok, really.” “If I don’t like it, can I come home?” “What do you mean if you don’t like it? You’re gonna have a great time with Mommy. Really. She loves you so much.” “Dad? Don’t forget, once, if you can just call me up, okay?” “We’re gonna be okay.” (45th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: “May everything come true. May they believe. And may they laugh at their passions. For what they call passion is not really the energy of the soul, but merely friction between the soul and the outside world. But, above all, may they believe in themselves and become as helpless as children. For softness is great and strength is worthless. When a man is born, he is soft and pliable. When he dies, he is strong and hard. When a tree grows, it is soft and pliable. But when it’s dry and hard, it dies. Hardness and strength are death’s companions. Flexibility and softness are the embodiment of life. That which has become hard shall not triumph.” (45th Anniversary)
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