The general public has long been divided into two parts; those who think that science can do anything and those who are afraid it will.
THOMAS PYNCHONBut 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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For every kind of vampire, there is a kind of cross.
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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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Let the peace of this day be here tomorrow when I wake up.
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If the world offered nothing, nowhere to support or make bearable whatever her private grief was, then it is that world, and not she, that is at fault.
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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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Through the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.
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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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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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Length is usually intensity. Not time.
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Can’t say it often enough — change your hair, change your life.
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She thougt of sunrise over the library slope at Cornell University that nobody out on it had seen because the slope faces west.
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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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Despair came over her, as it will when nobody around has any sexual relevance to you.
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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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There is nothing so loathsome as a sentimental surrealist.
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