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Love with your mouth shut, help without breaking your ass or publicizing it: keep cool, but care.

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Get too conceptual, too cute and remote, and your characters die on the page.
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Like so many named places in California it was less an identifiable city than a grouping of concepts–census tracts, special purpose bond-issue districts, shopping nuclei, all overlaid with access roads to its own freeway.
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Every weirdo in the world is on my wavelength.
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Behind the hieroglyphic streets there would either be a transcendent meaning, or only the earth.
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Life’s single lesson: that there is more accident to it than a man can ever admit to in a lifetime and stay sane.
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Let me be unambiguous. I prefer not to be photographed.
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Idle dreaming is often of the essence of what we do.
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All investigations of Time, however sophisticated or abstract, have at their true base the human fear of mortality.
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Despair came over her, as it will when nobody around has any sexual relevance to you.
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Ills are many, blessings few, but dreams tonight will shelter you.
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What, I should only trust good people? Man, good people get bought and sold every day. Might as well trust somebody evil once in a while, it makes no more or less sense.
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Our history is an aggregate of last moments.
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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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Let the peace of this day be here tomorrow when I wake up.
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What are the stars but points in the body of God where we insert the healing needles of our terror and longing?
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A screaming comes across the sky.
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