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Art is a gift: you create and then you give away. How readers receive that gift is their business. If they hate it, that’s their response to it. Others respond by liking it. Either way, that is their interaction with the book, which is no longer mine.

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Reality is how we interpret it. Imagination and volition play a part in that interpretation. Which means that all reality is to some extent a fiction.
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Fiction Mean Play Reality
Don’t you bully me with your politeness!
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Bully People Politeness
Survival starts by paying attention to what is close at hand and immediate. To look out with idle hope is tantamount to dreaming one’s life away.
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Dream Hands Survival
At moments of wonder, it is easy to avoid small thinking, to entertain thoughts that span the universe, that capture both thunder and tinkle, thick and thin, the near and the far.
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Moments Thinking Wonder
Misery loves company, and madness calls it forth.
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Company Madness Misery
I am reminded of a story of Lord Krishna when he was a cowherd. Every night he invites the milkmaids to dance with him in the forest. They come and they dance. The night is dark, the fire in their midst roars and crackles, the beat of the music gets ever faster.
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Crackle Faster Forest Girl Jealous Music Sweet
I would like to add a third, to wit, the rapid and direct approch of a known killer
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Approach Killer Known
There is nothing more satisfying than having a sentence fall into place in a way you feel is right, and then adding another one and then another one. It’s extraordinarily satisfying.
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Fall Feels Sentence Way
You might think I lost all hope at that point. I did. And as a result I perked up and felt much better.
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Hope might Thinking
I have a story that will make you believe in God.
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Believe God Stories
The blackness would stir and eventually go away, and God would remain, a shining point of light in my heart. I would go on loving.
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Heart Light Shining
I can well imagine an athiest’s last words: “White, white! L-L-Love! My God!” – and the deathbed leap of faith.
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Deathbed Light Self White
I was not wounded in any part of my body, but I had never experienced such intense pain, such a ripping of the nerves, such an ache of the heart.
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Heart Nerves Pain
Can there be any happiness greater than the happiness of salvation?
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Greater Happiness Salvation
Artists invent things as a way of telling the truth.
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Artist Telling Truth Way
My suffering left me sad and gloomy.
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Gloomy Left Suffering

Art is a gift: you create and then you give away. How readers receive that gift is their business. If they hate it, that’s their response to it. Others respond by liking it. Either way, that is their interaction with the book, which is no longer mine.

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Art is a gift: you create and then you give away. How readers receive that gift is their business. If they hate it, that’s their response to it. Others respond by liking it. Either way, that is their interaction with the book, which is no longer mine.

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