“I’ll tell you something. Once I was very fond of a poem by Emily Dickinson or somebody. I only remember one… — Peter S. Beagle
“I’ll tell you something. Once I was very fond of a poem by Emily Dickinson or somebody. I only remember one line of it, but it goes, ‘The soul selects her own society.’ I used to tell it to everybody. Once I quoted it to a friend of mine, and he said, ’Maybe, but the body gets thrown into bed with the goddamnedest people.’”
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