What was the opposite of linkage blindness? What described being certain of something without any kind of evidence?…The term was faith.
BARRY LYGAA river of images and thoughts and feelings, dirtied and polluted so that no one could drink from it without gagging.
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[She] was made up of skin and bones and hate and crazy, and hate and crazy don’t weigh anything.
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A river of images and thoughts and feelings, dirtied and polluted so that no one could drink from it without gagging.
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You don’t break up with someone just because of an argument, Josh. At least, I don’t.
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Anger was a waste of time and energy. Anger was useless.”Anger” was the label given to the emotion that accomplished nothing.
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Yes, pain meant life. But the symmetric property did not apply; Life did not mean pain.
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Cars are little privacy cocoons that we take with us. If you could refuel while driving you could, theoretically, stay moving forever.
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You don’t swing at any pitch. You swing at the ones you can hit.
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You won’t even know you’ve crossed the line until it’s way back in your rearview mirror.
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Jazz hadn’t given her many details of exactly what life in the Dent house had been like, but he’d told her enough that she knew it wasn’t hearts and flowers. Well, except for the occasional heart cut from a chest. And the kind of flowers you send to funerals.
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And I think of nothing. I think of nothing but Rachel. What happens next is pure magic, and is for us and us alone.
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You can’t rely on love. Love will let you down every time. Every. Single. Time. I don’t love Jecca. I don’t love Fanboy. But… God, the buts in life will kill you absolutely every time, won’t they. I don’t love. But I need. I can admit that to myself.
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It’s a good day when a goddess gets on the school-bus with you.
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I do what I’ve trained my whole life to do. I watch the ball. I keep my eye on the ball. I never stop watching. I watch it as it sails past me and lands in the catcher’s mitt, a perfect and glorious strike three.
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What if a puppet could cut its own strings, and in that act of defiance and strength of will become truly alive? Become is own puppetmaster?
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And what? Accidentally cuts off three fingers postmortem? ‘Oops, oh, no, my girlfriend just died! Clumsy me, in trying to perform CPR, I chopped off some fingers! Guess I’ll just take them with me…. Oh, darn, where did that middle finger go?
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