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Length is usually intensity. Not time.
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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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Someday it’ll all be done by machine. Information machines.
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Someday she might replace whatever of her had gone away by some prosthetic device, a dress of a certain color, a phrase in a letter, another lover.
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Color Device Herself Lover Replacement
Ills are many, blessings few, but dreams tonight will shelter you.
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Blessing Dreams Home Night Protection Yourself
There is nothing so loathsome as a sentimental surrealist.
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Emotion Realist Sentimental
Perhaps its familiarity rendered it temporarily invisible to you.
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Illusion Invisible Temporary Yourself
Time is never wasted if you remember to bring along something to read.
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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 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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Blessing Desire Empty Man Woman
There was no difference between the behavior of a god and the operations of pure chance.
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Why should things be easy to understand?
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Easy Philosophy Understand
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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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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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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Difference Notice Place Record Universe Yourself
It takes, unhappily, no more than a desk and writing supplies to turn any room into a confessional.
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Confession Happiness Room Transformation Writing
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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Grief Mistake Offering Privacy Support World
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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Connection Dreams Movement Reality Togetherness
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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Beginning Character Force Simplicity Try Wrong
Shall I project a world?
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One Liner World
Let the peace of this day be here tomorrow when I wake up.
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Day Myself Peace Wake Up
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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Avoid Responsibility Society Symptom Team Word Work
Every weirdo in the world is on my wavelength.
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Myself Weird World
Through the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.
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Abuse Greedy Love Machine Power Technology
For every kind of vampire, there is a kind of cross.
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Fantasy Kind Vampire
What sort of an age is this where a man becomes one’s enemy only when his back is turned?
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Age Enemy Himself Man
A screaming comes across the sky.
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One Liner Scream Sky

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