Some of us are afraid of dying; others of human loneliness. Profane was afraid of land or seascapes like this, where nothing else lived but himself.
THOMAS PYNCHONThrough the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.
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A woman is only half of something there are usually two sides to.
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You know what a miracle is. Not what Bakunin said. But another world’s intrusion into this one. Most of the time we coexist peacefully, but when we do touch there’s cataclysm.
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Real flight and dreams of flight go together. Both are part of the same movement. Not A before B, but all together.
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Ills are many, blessings few, but dreams tonight will shelter you.
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Perhaps its familiarity rendered it temporarily invisible to you.
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Let me be unambiguous. I prefer not to be photographed.
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Teamwork,” Koteks snarled, “is one word for it, yeah. What it really is is a way to avoid responsibility. It’s a symptom of the gutlessness of the whole society.
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Why should things be easy to understand?
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You go from dream to dream inside me. You have passage to my last shabby corner, and there, among the debris, you’ve found life. I’m no longer sure which of all the words, images, dreams or ghosts are ‘yours’ and which are ‘mine.’ It’s past sorting out.
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A screaming comes across the sky.
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Let the peace of this day be here tomorrow when I wake up.
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It is simply wrong to begin with a theme, symbol or other abstract unifying agent, and then try to force characters and events to conform to it.
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She may know a little, may think of herself, face and body, as ‘pretty’ but he could never tell her all the rest, how many other living things, birds, nights smelling of grass and rain, sunlit moments of simple peace, also gather in what she is to him.
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There is no real direction here, neither lines of power nor cooperation. Decisions are never really made – at best they manage to emerge, from a chaos of peeves, whims, hallucinations and all around assholery.
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Get too conceptual, too cute and remote, and your characters die on the page.
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