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“You see, women are like fires, like flames. Some women are like candles, bright and friendly. Some are like single sparks, or embers, like fireflies for chasing on summer nights. Some are like campfires, all light and heat for a night and willing to be left after. Some women are like hearthfires, not much to look at, but underneath they are all warm red coal that burns a long, long while.”

Rode they horses white as snow.
Silver blade and white horn bow.
Wore they fresh and supple boughs.
Red and green upon their brows.

It's the questions we can't answer that teach us the most. They teach us how to think. If you give a man an answer, all he gains is a little fact. But give him a question and he'll look for his own answers.

You never do things the easy way, do you?" she said.
"There's an easy way?" I asked

“We all know that when the lights are out all women are the same height!”