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If patterns of ones and zeros were ‘like’ patterns of human lives and death, if everything about an individual could be represented in a computer record by a long string of ones and zeros, then what kind of creature would be represented by a long string of lives and deaths?
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For every kind of vampire, there is a kind of cross.
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Ills are many, blessings few, but dreams tonight will shelter you.
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But with a sigh he had released her hand, while she was so lost in the fantasy that she hadn’t felt it go away, as if he’d known the best moment to let go.
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Behind the hieroglyphic streets there would either be a transcendent meaning, or only the earth.
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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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Love with your mouth shut, help without breaking your ass or publicizing it: keep cool, but care.
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Through the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.
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Perhaps its familiarity rendered it temporarily invisible to you.
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Every weirdo in the world is on my wavelength.
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What sort of an age is this where a man becomes one’s enemy only when his back is turned?
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It takes, unhappily, no more than a desk and writing supplies to turn any room into a confessional.
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If there is something comforting – religious, if you want – about paranoia, there is still also anti-paranoia, where nothing is connected to anything, a condition not many of us can bear for long.
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Someday it’ll all be done by machine. Information machines.
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Time is never wasted if you remember to bring along something to read.
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My belief is that “recluse” is a code word generated by journalists; meaning, “doesn’t like to talk to reporters.”
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Can’t say it often enough — change your hair, change your life.
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He decided that we suffer from great temporal homesickness for the decade we were born in.
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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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A woman is only half of something there are usually two sides to.
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It all comes down, as it must, to the desires of individual men. Oh, and women too of course, bless their empty little heads.
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There is nothing so loathsome as a sentimental surrealist.
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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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What goes around may come around, but it never ends up exactly the same place, you ever notice? Like a record on a turntable, all it takes is one groove’s difference and the universe can be on into a whole ‘nother song.
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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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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.
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Length is usually intensity. Not time.
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