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For a moment everything was clear, and when that happens, you see that the world is barley there at all. Don’t we all secretly know this? It’s a perfectly balanced mechanism of shouts and echoes, pretending to be wheels and cogs. A dream clock chiming beneath a mystery-glass we call life. Behind it? Below it and around it? Chaos, storms. Men with hammers, men with knives, men with guns. Women who twist what they cannot dominate, and belittle what they cannot understand. A universe of horror... Stephen King
Kin Hubbard quote: "No one ever forgets where he buried the hatchet."
No one ever forgets where he buried the hatchet. Kin Hubbard
Jodi Picoult quote: "No one gets to start where they left off; it just doesn't work..."
No one gets to start where they left off; it just doesn't work that way. Jodi Picoult
There you'll find the place I love most in the world. The place where I grew thin from dreaming. My village, rising from the plain. Shaded with trees and leaves like a piggy bank filled with memories. You'll see why a person would want to live there forever. Dawn, morning, mid-day, night: all the same, except for the changes in the air. The air changes the color of things there. And life whirs by as quiet as a murmur...the pure murmuring of life. Juan Rulfo
Man," said the Ghost, "if man you be in heart, not adamant, forbear that wicked cant until you have discovered What the surplus is, and Where it is. Will you decide what men shall live, what men shall die? Charles Dickens
Kurt Vonnegut quote: "Any city in any country, including my own hometown, was to me..."
Any city in any country, including my own hometown, was to me just another place where I might live or might not live. Kurt Vonnegut
William Shakespeare quote: "Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play thefool no..."
Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play thefool no where but in's own house. William Shakespeare
...for, however all other feelings may be withered in a woman's nature, there is always one bright smiling spot in the maternal breast, and that is where a dearly-beloved child is concerned. Alexander Dumas
I hid my love when young till ICouldn't bear the buzzing of a fly; I hid my life to my despite. Till I could not bear to look at light: I dare not gaze upon her face. But left her memory in each place; Where'er I saw a wild flower lie. I kissed and bade my love good-bye. John Clare
...we are singing today of the WIPE-OUT GANG - the WIPE-OUT GANG buys, owns & operates the Insanity Factory - if you do not know where the Insanity Factory is located, you should hereby take two steps to the right, paint your teeth & go to sleep.... Bob Dylan
The owl flies, in the moonlight, over a field where the wounded cry out. Like the owl, I fly in the night over my own misfortune. Georges Bataille
Mitch Albom quote: "No matter where you live, the biggest defect we human beings..."
No matter where you live, the biggest defect we human beings have is our shortsightedness. We don't see what we could be. Mitch Albom
The Deliverator belongs to an elite order, a hallow subcategory. He's got esprit up to here. Right now, he is preparing to carry out his third mission of the night. His uniform is black as activated charcoal, filtering the very light out of the air. A bullet will bounce off its arachnofiber weave like a wren hitting a patio door, but excess perspiration wafts through it like a breeze through a freshly napalmed forest. Where his body has bony extremities, the suit has sintered armorgel: feels... Neal Stephenson
In the deepest hour of the night, confess to yourself that you would die if you were forbidden to write. And look deep into your heart where it spreads its roots, the answer, and ask yourself, must I write? Rainer Maria Rilke
Grandmotherhood initiated me into a world of play, where all things became fresh, alive, and honest again through my grandchildren's eyes. Mostly, it retaught me love. Sue Monk Kidd

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