To do more, is not necessarily to do better. — Katy Butler, Knocking on Heaven's Door: The Path to a Better Way of Death
To do more, is not necessarily to do better. — Katy Butler, Knocking on Heaven's Door: The Path to a Better Way of Death
To do more, is not necessarily to do better. — Katy Butler, Knocking on Heaven's Door: The Path to a Better Way of Death
To do more, is not necessarily to do better. — Katy Butler, Knocking on Heaven's Door: The Path to a Better Way of Death
To do more, is not necessarily to do better. — Katy Butler, Knocking on Heaven's Door: The Path to a Better Way of Death
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To do more, is not necessarily to do better.

— Katy Butler, Knocking on Heaven's Door: The Path to a Better Way of Death
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