Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself, kills the image of God, as it were, in the eye.
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It eviscerates you, doesn't it. I was fourteen when mine screamed at me that she wished I'd been aborted, after having years of being blamed for her miscarriage when I was two years old. Knowing that your mother feels that way about you leaves a void in your soul that nothing can ever fill.