"Conscience is no more than the dead speaking to us."
"You're growing up. And rain sort of remains on the branches of a tree that will someday rule the Earth. And it's good that there is rain. It clears the month of your sorry rainbow expressions, and it clears the streets of the silent armies... so we can dance."
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Source: Jim Carroll (1993). “Fear of Dreaming: The Selected Poems of Jim Carroll”, Penguin Group USA
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