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Is it true, the world works hard and we play? Is that why we're hated so much?
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He lay far across the room from her, on a winter island separated by an empty sea. She talked to him for what seemed a long while and she talked about this and she talked about that and it was only words, like the words he had heard once in a nursery at a friend's house, a two-year-old child building word patters, like jargon, making pretty sounds in the air.
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A story should be like a river, flowing and never stopping, your readers passengers on a boat, whirling downstream through constantly refreshing and changing scemery.
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A Witch is born out of the true hungers of her time,” she said. “I was born out of New York. The things that are most wrong here summoned me. ("Drink Entire: Against The Madness Of Crowds")
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And suddenly everything, absolutely everything, was there.
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I was not predicting the future, I was trying to prevent it.
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If someone tells you to do something for money, tell them to go to hell.
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Every day is Christmas Day to a dog.
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The very first experiments with building rockets and firing them off were carried out by students at Cal Tech in 1937, '38 and '39. And later these people put together these jet propulsion labs in Pasadena and wound up sending aircraft and spacecraft to the moon. So it all began very primitively with love.
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How talented was death. How many expressions and manipulations of hand, face, body, no two alike.