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happiness needs nothing but itself; it doesn’t have to be validated.
Unhappiness loves company. Unhappiness can’t stand silence—especially not the uneasy silence that settles in when it is all alone.
A fixed appointment for the immediate future is the gates of hell; the actual evening is hell itself.
It’s like a pistol in a stage play: when someone waves a pistol during the first act, you can bet your bottom dollar that someone will be shot with it before the curtain falls. That’s the law of drama. The law that says no pistol must appear if no one’s going to fire it.
Her voice had something artificially sweet to it, like the substance in Diet Coke,
Of course it’s terrible—we’ve all been taught to say that we think it’s terrible. But a world without disasters and violence—be it the violence of nature or that of muscle and blood—would be the truly unbearable thing.
He shook the hand that could have added a new twist to his life—or ended it completely.
Life became more constant, more muted, like a party where you can see everyone talking and gesturing but can’t hear what anyone in particular is saying.
when people get a chance to come close to death without having it touch them personally, they never miss the opportunity.
we also share this world with inhuman humans.
It’s instinct: That which falls is weak. That which lies on the ground is prey.
