i carried my bound thesis out of kinko’s earlier this afternoon and maaan, couldn’t help but smile

A life without stories would be no life at all. And stories bound us, did they not, one to another, the living to the dead, people to animals, people to the land?  —alexander mccall smith

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A man came up upon a construction site where three people were working. He asked the first, “What are you doing” and the man answered, “I am laying bricks.” He asked the second, “What are you doing?” and the man answered, “I am building a wall.” He walked up to the third man, who was humming a tune as he worked and asked, “What are you doing?” and the man stood up and smiled and said, “I am building a cathedral.”

Annette Simmons, from The Story Factor – one of the main texts referenced in my thesis

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It was time to take the pumpkin out of the pot and eat it. In the final analysis, that was what solved these big problems of life. You could think and think and get nowhere, but you still had to eat your pumpkin. That brought you down to earth. That gave you a reason for going on. Pumpkin.

Alexander McCall Smith

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Raymond Chandler famously described the winds here as “those hot dry Santa Anas that come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch.”

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