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the baby with its skull shaped like a lightbulb, like an idea the world is about to get.
She looked like she knew where Prague was, which at that moment in time I did not.
I lacked the courage or the knowledge to invent a self, which could have withstood this, that, anything.
It was always my religion to believe anything anyone told me.
pouring cream into the coffee that helps me stay so nervous.
The sickness is in him, healthy in itself, flourishing, like a sunflower that turns its head to something we can’t see.
Part of what you have to figure out in this life is, Who would I be if I hadn’t been frightened? What hurt me, and what would I be if it hadn’t?
