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This was for book club. Book club already met. The struggle is real.

"No, I don't believe in anything. If I believed in man, I'd believe in God, and I'd believe in the devil, too."

"You drink the red juice and, lo and behold, your soul grows big, too big for the old carcass, it challenges God to a fight. Now tell me, boss, how does it happen?"

"It's a mystery! Women have a wound which never heals. Every wound heals but that one—don't you take any notice of your books—that one never heals.
　What, just because a woman's eighty? The wound's still open."

"At such times all the doors of a woman's being are opened. The sentinels relax and a kind word is as powerful as gold or love."

"Two equally steep and bold paths may lead to the same peak. To act as if death did not exist, or to act thinking every minute of death, is perhaps the same thing."

"Then my heart began to swell. Obscure, pleading and imperious voices rose within me. I knew who was calling to me. Whenever I was alone for a moment, this being cried out, in an anguish of horrible presentiments, transports and mad fears—waiting to be
delivered by me.
　I hurriedly opened Dante, my travelling companion, in order not to hear and to exorcise the fearful demon."