hating convention, hating pretention, not to mention, of course, hating dear old Mom and Dad

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"These things were mine, I figured, because I knew where to look. Because I was willing. Treasure was something you found in the alley. Treasure was something you dug up out of the dirt in a chaotic, half-forbidden, forsaken place far removed from the ordinary comings and goings of people who earned salaries in the light: under some rickety back stairs, near a falling-down pile of discarded lumber, with people yelling at you to get away from there. That I never found another old coin in that particular alley didn't matter at all."
--Annie Dillard, "Treasure in the Alley"

"I hold it to be the inalienable right of anybody to go to hell in his own way."
--Robert Frost