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Her mind had become one great, expert eraser. All that really remained now was her husk; which is to say, her uninhabited corpse. She is dead now, he realized that day on the beach.
Thus our real life and purpose are conducted below our threshold of consciousness.
They ought to make it a binding clause that if you find God you get to keep him.
The universe has a habit of deleting anachronisms.
In other words, the universe itself—and the Mind behind it—is insane. Therefore someone in touch with reality is, by definition, in touch with the insane: infused by the irrational.
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In that simple sentence, “You’re the authority,” Stone had given Fat back his soul.
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In summary (as Fat would say), the modern-day masochist does not enjoy pain; he simply can’t stand being helpless.
He was again dying by inches.
When you are nearly crazy with grief, you laugh at what you can.
It is amazing that when someone else spouts the nonsense you yourself believe you can readily perceive it as nonsense.
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