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“The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.”
― William Gibson, Neuromancer

“And so it goes...”
― Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

“I came," she said, "hoping you could talk me out of a fantasy."
Cherish it!" cried Hilarious, fiercely. "What else do any of you have? Hold it tightly by it's little tentacle, don't let the Freudians coax it away or the pharmacists poison it out of you. Whatever it is, hold it dear, for when you lose it you go over by that much to the others. You begin to cease to be.”
― Thomas Pynchon, The Crying of Lot 49

“Nothing thicker than a knife's blade separates happiness from melancholy.”
― Virginia Woolf, Orlando