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That’s what fiction is about, isn’t it, the selective transforming of reality?
The reason death sticks so closely to life isn’t biological necessity—it’s envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can.
What if his words had the effect of polio on me? What a terrible disease that must be if it could kill God in a man.
