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What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore-- And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over-- like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode?
— Langston Hughes
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In civilizations without boats, dreams dry up, espionage takes the place of adventure and the police take the place of pirates.
— Michel Foucault
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