| My hands tend to be full enough with people who hate me for who I am. Concentrate too hard on the millions who hate you for what you are and you're likely to turn into one of those unkept, sloppy dressers who sag beneath the weight of the two hundred political buttons they have pinned to their coats and knapsacks. I still haven't got the slightest idea how to change people, but still I keep a long list of prospective candidates just in case I should ever figure it out. |
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