“I learned never to empty the well of my writing, but always to stop when there was still something there in the deep part of the well, and let it refill at night from the springs that fed it.” Ernest Hemingway
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“I learned never to empty the well of my writing, but always to stop when there was still something there in the deep part of the well, and let it refill at night from the springs that fed it.” Ernest Hemingway
Treebeard: The Ents cannot hold back this storm. We must weather such things as we have always always done.
Merry Brandybuck: How can that be your decision?!
Treebeard: This is not our war.
Merry Brandybuck: But you're part of this world! Aren’t you?
Heaven sky,
How am I
Part of thy?