"Dear God," she prayed, "let me be something every minute of every hour of my life. Let me be gay; let me be sad. Let me be cold; let me be warm; Let me be hunger... have to much to eat. Let me be ragged or well dressed. Let me be sincere -be decitful. Let me be truthful; let me be a liar. Let me be honorable and let me sin. Only let me be something every blessed minute. And when I sleep, let me dream all the time so that not one little piece of living is ever lost."
- A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
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