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a2a2604
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It really is the year 2007. Which means I must be... Oh my God. I'm twenty-eight. I'm old.
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sophie
me
remember
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Sophie Kinsella |
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81f7681
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She means well, but she always manages to do the wrong thing. She has a real talent for it.
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fifteen
me
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Beverly Cleary |
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6c3a379
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"But if it is true that human minds are themselves to a very great degree the creations of memes, then we cannot sustain the polarity of vision we considered earlier; it cannot be "memes versus us," because earlier infestations of memes have already played a major role in determining who or what we are. The "independent" mind struggling to protect itself from alien and dangerous memes is a myth. There is a persisting tension between the biological imperative of our genes on the one hand and the cultural imperatives of our memes on the other, but we would be foolish to "side with" our genes; that would be to commit the most egregious error of pop sociobiology. Besides, as we have already noted, what makes us special is that we, alone among species, can rise above the imperatives of our genes-- thanks to the lifting cranes of our memes."
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memetics
me
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Daniel C. Dennett |
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360435e
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In the holy solipsism of the young Now I can't walk thru a city street w/out eying each single pedestrian. I feel thier vibe thru my skin, the hair on my neck --- it rises.
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rockandroll
yoga
me
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Jim Morrison |
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91e62c3
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I had been afraid of the awful presence of the river, which was the soul of the river, but through her [Ultima] I learned that my spirit shared in the spirit of all things.
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spirit
bless
rudolfo
ultima
me
river
presence
soul
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Rudolfo Anaya |
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6c55c5e
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Ultima came to stay with us the summer I was almost seven. When she came the beauty of the llano unfolded before my eyes, and the gurgling waters of the river sang to the hum of the turning earth. The magical time of childhood stood still, and the pulse of the living earth pressed its mystery into my living blood.
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beauty
llano
bless
rudolfo
ultima
me
river
mystery
childhood
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Rudolfo Anaya |
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d013de5
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The sun was good. The men of the llano were men of the sun. The men of the farms along the river were men of the moon. But we were all children of the white sun.
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men
good
moon
llano
bless
rudolfo
ultima
me
sun
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Rudolfo Anaya |
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b3c4c52
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The orange of the golden carp appeared at the edge of the pond. . . . We watched in silence at the beauty and grandeur of the great fish. Out of the corners of my eyes I saw Cico hold his hand to his breast as the golden carp glided by. Then with a switch of his powerful tail the golden carp disappeared into the shadowy water under the thicket.
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fish
beauty
bless
carp
rudolfo
ultima
golden
orange
me
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Rudolfo Anaya |
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53b1b32
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For that moment at least they seemed to give up external plans, theories, and codes, even the inescapable romantic curiosity about one another, to indulge in being simply and purely young, to share that sense of the world's affliction, that outgoing sorrow at the spectacle of Our Human Condition which anyone this age regards as reward or gratuity for having survived adolescence. For them the music was sweet and painful, the strolling chains of tourists like a Dance of Death. They stood on the curb, gazing at one another, jostled against by hawkers and sightseers, lost as much perhaps in that bond of youth as in the depths of the eyes each contemplated.
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youth
love
you
me
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Thomas Pynchon |
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811fed2
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I am Thunder and Thunder is me, we are one beast, we are joined, we are one.
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me
one
thunder
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George R.R. Martin |
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5ba3ad7
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I remember laughing at that moment, and I remember my son frowning at me in puzzlement. What I remember best of all, though, was the sudden certainty that the gods were with me, that they would fight for me, that my sword would be their sword. 'We're going to win,' I told my son. I felt as if Odin or Thor had touched me. I had never felt more alive and never felt more certain. I knew there would be no more mistakes and that this was no dream. I had come to Bebbanburg and Bebbanburg would be mine.
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thor
best
bebbanburg
frowning
puzzlement
touched
were
mine
odin
certainty
laughing
me
gods
son
moment
mistakes
remember
sudden
fight
swords
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Bernard Cornwell |
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70c575c
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That aside, I read more books than I should, and I'm decidedly crap at sex and doing my taxes. Nice to meet you.
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me
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Markus Zusak |
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9d9ac96
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On Not Finding You at Home Usually you appear at the front door when you hear my steps on the gravel, but today the door was closed, not a wisp of pale smoke from the chimney. I peered into a window but there was nothing but a table with a comb, some yellow flowers in a glass of water and dark shadows in the corners of the room. I stood for a while under the big tree and listened to the wind and the birds, your wind and your birds, your dark green woods beyong the clearing. This is not what it is like to be you, I realized after a few of your magnificent clouds flew over the rooftop. It is just me thinking about being you. And before I headed back down the hill, I walked in a circle around your house, making an invisible line which you would have to cross before dark.
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poetry
you
me
waiting
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Billy Collins |
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a27fb46
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"La experiencia me ha demostrado que lo que a mi me parece claro y evidente casi nunca lo es para el resto de mis semejantes. Estoy tan quemado que ahora vacilo mil veces antes de ponerme a justificar o a explicar una actitud mia y, casi siempre, termino por encerrarme en mi mismo y no abrir la boca." "Experience has taught me that what seems clear and evident for me almost never is for the rest of my fellow men. I am so burned that I now usually hesitate before trying to explain or justify one of my attitudes, and I almost always end up shutting myself off and not saying anything."
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lotsofus
me
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Ernesto Sabato |