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He isn’t fond of the animal-killing business. Barbaric, he would say, to harm animals just going about their existence on this earth. People are the real bastards.
We didn’t have to work for happiness then. It simply existed.
Love could turn us all into war criminals.
The greatness of a nation is in its symbols, its gestures, in doing things that are unprecedented.
“Are you a religious man?” Grandpa asks. “No.” “Then go fuck yourself with justice. A car ran over one of our cats last week. Who should I go to for reparations? Men don’t always pay for their mistakes.”
In one book, your father is a hero. In another book, he is a monster. The men who don’t have books written about them have it easier.”
So many luxuries are now within reach, and I cannot afford any of them.
I’ve made myself unhappy most of my life so a professor could write my name on the blackboard and punish students for not memorizing it.
The universe assigned the tasks of speaking and kissing to the lips because there is never a need to do both at the same
It seems so much likelier that things would not exist at all and yet the world shows up to class every morning as the cosmos takes attendance.
“In life, you should travel as far as you possibly can, get away from everything you were ever taught.
But a man only needs one thing to be proud of. It will carry him through the rest of his life.”
With the universe ever expanding, we could never circle back around to each other.
Perhaps the world is enslaved to its own dualities, a humble beginning with an impossible dream attached.
The one thing you and I have in common—we love being alive too much to get in line for what’s coming.”
For fuck’s sake, either give us a hint or let us perish altogether.
In this future, we were free of systems. Other humans went on to become symbols, sacrificed their lives to serve. Other humans handled the torture, the coups, the healing. We simply sowed, harvested, and drank a bit before dinner. No one tried to take what was ours. We had too little. We were invisible, and in this slower life we were our own gods.
