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The human mind gets used to strangeness very quickly if it does not exhibit interesting behavior.
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I don’t think that I want to make any wager if it means dealing with a Church that has grown so corrupt that it makes obedience and submission the price of its saving the life of someone’s child.
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Words bend our thinking to infinite paths of self-delusion, and the fact that we spend most of our mental lives in brain mansions built of words means that we lack the objectivity necessary to see the terrible distortion of reality which language brings.
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I was not surprised to wake up alive. I suppose one is surprised only when one awakens dead.
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Crudely effective, but wildly inefficient.
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Why am I seeking logic or sanity here? I'd asked myself at the moment. There hasn’t been any so far.
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'I am of no faith,' said Aenea. 'If one defines faith as belief in the supernatural.'
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Those who ignore history’s lessons in the ultimate folly of war are forced to do more than relive them...they may be forced to die by them.
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While I was obsessed with my own misery, there were other things occurring in the human universe.
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As is always the case when you are with the actual human being behind the celebrity or legend, there is something human about the man or woman that makes things less than myth.
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Have you considered that these prophecies were not divine revelations, but merely manipulation from some secular power?
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It no longer matters who consider themselves the masters of events. Events no longer obey their masters.
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'War does not call for judgment,' I said, 'merely survival.'
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If one is to observe, M. Endymion, one must be in the proper place to observe.
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The Great Change is when humankind accepts its role as part of the natural order of the universe instead of its role as a cancer.
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I learned that poets aren’t God, but if there is a God...or anything approaching a God...he’s a poet. And a failed one at that.
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'Sometimes,' said General Morpurgo, taking her hand, 'dreams are all that separate us from the machines.'
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Belief in one’s identity as a poet or writer prior to the acid test of publication is as naive and harmless as the youthful belief in one’s immortality...and the inevitable disillusionment is just as painful.
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It was a dramatization of total chaos, a functional definition of confusion, an unchoreographed dance of sad violence. It was war.
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'I ignore religions,' said Brawne Lamia. 'I do not succumb to them.'