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“It’s a wonder to be alive. If you don’t understand that, how can you search for anything deeper?”
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Without the fear of heights, there can be no appreciation for the beauty of high places.
Ten thousand times the web could be destroyed, and ten thousand times the spider would rebuild it.
“In my experience, any thinking is liable to go off the rails. You should just go to sleep.”
He closed his eyes and willed his mind to relax. He didn’t want to sleep, but to wake up from his dream.
“When twilight fades, you can see the stars. When dawn fades, all that’s left is…” “All that’s left is the harsh light of reality.”
It’s not even science fiction. It’s fantasy!”
It was bound to happen sooner or later. Could such a dream life last forever?
I believed in what Goethe said: ‘If I love you, what business is it of yours?’”
the devil’s weighty hand squished them all into a lump, as if balling up a pile of clay men, with no time for anyone to even scream. The only sound was of shattering bones and viscera squeezing out.
“Dark. It’s so fucking dark,”
‘If I don’t go to hell, who will?’
“Naked people. It’s a tremendous sex party, with more than a hundred thousand people, and it’s still growing.”
The past was like a handful of sand you thought you were squeezing tightly, but which had already run out through the cracks between your fingers. Memory was a river that had run dry long ago, leaving only scattered gravel in a lifeless riverbed.
