There is one day that is ours. There is one day when all we Americans who are not self-made go back to the old home to eat saleratus biscuits and marvel how much nearer to the porch the old pump looks than it used to. Thanksgiving Day is the one day that is purely American. – O. Henry
I can get very philosophical and ask the questions Keats was asking as a young guy. What are we here for? Whats a soul? Whats it all about? What is thinking about, imagination? – Jane Campion