And for the first time in a long time, in each heart, the door had opened a little bit wider on that most warming hope of all: the hope that maybe, just maybe, this life could get just a little bit brighter. Just a little bit better.
our words are not our own. Even our thoughts are not our own. Everything affects everyone, and everyone affects everything. Transparency, friends, transparency! Privacy is where hate and bigotry go to fornicate and multiply!”
In the end, what was shocking was how little freedom and equality had really changed anything. The groups at the bottom of the social hierarchy remained at the bottom. The groups on top remained on top. If everyone was equal, how could this be?
“It’s the idea that because time is infinite and things are finite, the same events must recur over and over—forever. Recurrence means that wherever you and I may go in our lives, someone else has already been there.
for the first time in her life what’d she been fighting for, what she was willing to die for. The freedom to speak what was in your heart. If you couldn’t do that, then there was no point to any of it.
Freedom of thought
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