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| e6955e1 | It was pointless. The crowd was itself. There was no swaying it, squeezing through, or reasoning with it. You breathed with it and you sang its songs. You waited for its fire. | crowd-mentality | Markus Zusak |
| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| e6955e1 | It was pointless. The crowd was itself. There was no swaying it, squeezing through, or reasoning with it. You breathed with it and you sang its songs. You waited for its fire. | crowd-mentality | Markus Zusak |