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090c961
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I am somewhat exhausted; I wonder how a battery feels when it pours electricity into a non-conductor?
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futility
electricity
exhaustion
energy
sherlock-holmes
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Arthur Conan Doyle |
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142e559
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She knew they were all afraid. But love and disease are both like electricity, Weetzie thought. They are always there -- you can't see or smell or hear, touch or taste them, but you know they are there like a current in the air. We can choose, Weetzie thought, we can choose to plug into the love current instead.
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love
electricity
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Francesca Lia Block |
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44811e3
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For this wire is as a part of our body, as a vein torn from us, glowing with our blood. Are we proud of this thread of metal, or of our hands which made it, or is there a line to divide these two?
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truth
electricity
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Ayn Rand |
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f3c8645
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I had enough electricity in my booty to jump-start the whole of New York City.
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electricity
new-york-city
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Colum McCann |
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dd0ed90
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My mom would spy by satellite, turning down the air conditioning, colder and colder, with a tapping keystroke via her wireless connection, chilling that house, that one room, meat locker cold, ski-slope cold, spending a king's ransom on Freon and electric power, trying to make some doomed ten bucks' worth of pretty pink flowers last one more day.
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wastefulness
electricity
energy
rich
waste
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Chuck Palahniuk |
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0f187df
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The house, and all the objects in it, crackled with static electricity; undertows washed through it, the air was heavy with things that were known but not spoken. Like a hollow log, a drum, a church, it was amplified, so that conversations whispered in it sixty years ago can be half-heard today.
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drum
whispering
heaviness
electricity
house
home
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Margaret Atwood |
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de0c5a2
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Mom used to say that the thoughts in our heads were nothing more than electrical impulses. I remember Dad and her talking about this over dinner. It frustrated Dad that the human brain can fire electrical sparks and think, but that the electricity he'd pump into an android brain would never give it independent thought. The body isn't that different from a machine. Humans and androids both run on electricity. That lightning spark of energy I saw in the reverie. That was my mother's last thought, an echo of electricity, something that sparked when I entered her dreamscape. That spark is gone now. Her life is gone now. Everything that made her, her, is gone now. Faded into nothing.
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thoughts
dreams
life
independent
spark
electricity
talk
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Beth Revis |
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080c3c2
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"...I love you," he said to her, although at that point he was certain she could no longer comprehend the words. "I'd trade places with you in an instant, Mandy Valems... you never deserved this... why would anyone do something so terrible!?" A cold chill froze his heart when he saw her empty eyes again. The fluorescent lights in the dim room sparked to life all of a sudden, brightness so sharp that it startled him. In a flash, sharp and sudden, quicker than a lightning strike, the bulbs flickered and exploded with a few jingling pops."
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grief
loss
death
friendship
heart
love
dim
bulb
fluorescent
lobotomy
psychosurgery
explode
electricity
mental-hospital
depressing
tragic
empty
i-love-you
hospital
eyes
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Rebecca McNutt |