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You know how a dream feels the farther you get from it? It loses its color and intensity and logic. Your emotional connection to it fades.
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Blake Crouch |
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You believe in God, Ethan?" "No." "Many did. Adopted moral codes. Created religions. Murdered in the names of gods they'd never seen or heard. You believe in the universe?" "Sure." "Oh, so you've been to space. Seen those distant galaxies firsthand?" "Point taken."
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Blake Crouch |
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Stu, where you at?" "Up here in the library." "You hurt?"
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Blake Crouch |
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The endorphin kick from the ping of a received text or a new e-mail.
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Blake Crouch |
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Jack Kilborn, author of Trapped, Afraid, and Endurance.
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Blake Crouch |
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They didn't live anymore in a world where life was to be colorful and celebrated. Life had become something you clung to, that you bit down hard on against the pain, like the rubber block in a session of electroshock therapy.
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Blake Crouch |
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I don't have close friends. There are acquaintances, a brother I talk to on the phone once a year on Christmas morning. Occasional dates, but no real love life. My work's been my life and love.
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Blake Crouch |
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Estas perdiendo la cabeza? -Dimelo tu No puedo -?Por que? Porque yo soy tu
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claustrophobia
ethan-burke
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Blake Crouch |
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After everything is taken from you, you see that you still have control over so much. Control over how you cope with misery. You realize all the beautiful choices you still own. Like whether to love or hate. Or forgive.
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Blake Crouch |
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All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts.
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Blake Crouch |
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sitting position, tucking his head between his knees. Sensed the instability of the world long before he opened his eyes, like its axis had been cut loose to teeter. His first deep breath felt like someone driving a steel wedge between the ribs high on his left side, but he groaned through the pain and forced his eyes to open. His left eye must have been badly swollen, because it seemed like he was staring through a slit. The greenest grass..
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Blake Crouch |
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Both, in their own way, thinking, This is hell--the absolute loss borne from all those slivers of perfection that passed unnoticed, unrelished.
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Blake Crouch |
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She cut into a waffle and said, "Gotta be honest--I'm not over the moon about the word 'heist.'" "No? It's one of my favorites."
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Blake Crouch |
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Money can't buy you happiness, darling. Believe me, I've tried." "But it affords your own brand of misery."
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Blake Crouch |
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We're a part of something here, Mr. Burke. Something that matters. All of us." "Here's the thing, Marcus, and I don't want you to ever forget it. Nobody fucking asked me or anyone in that valley if we wanted to be a part of this."
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Blake Crouch |
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He came to lying on his back with sunlight pouring down into his face and the murmur of running water close by. There was a brilliant ache in his optic nerve, and a steady, painless throbbing at the base of his skull--the distant thunder of an approaching migraine. He rolled onto his side and pushed up into a sitting position, tucking his head between his knees.
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Blake Crouch |
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I'd found something I didn't even know I was searching for.
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Blake Crouch |
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He also carried that whiff of unearned arrogance that seems to cling to those who crave authority for the sheer sake of power.
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Blake Crouch |
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What might have been and what has been Point to one end, which is always present. Footfalls echo in the memory Down the passage which we did not take Towards the door we never opened. --T. S. Eliot, "Burnt Norton"
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Blake Crouch |
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It all points to the fact that my identity isn't binary. It's multifaceted. And maybe I can let go of the sting and resentment of the path not taken, because the path not taken isn't just the inverse of who I am. It's an infinitely branching system that represents all the permutations of my life between the extremes of me[.]
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Blake Crouch |
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two things will stop them--Christmas and tragedy. He dismounts his albino steed, the horse's pinked nostrils flaring, dirty mane matted with ice. The single-rig saddle is snow-crusted as well, its leather and cloth components--the mochila and shabrack--frozen stiff. He rubs George's neck, speaking in soft, low tones he knows will calm the animal, telling him he did a good day's work and that a warm stable awaits with feed and fresh water. T..
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Blake Crouch |
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I'm curious," she said. "All this time, and now you contact me." "I've followed your journalism career, subscribe to all the magazines you regularly contribute to, and I thought this . . . expedition . . . might be good fodder for your--"
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Blake Crouch |
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She said, "Jerrod's dead, and Scott's hurt bad." Wood creaked in a structure across the street. "Listen," Lawrence said, "there's a house up that slope, with a bay window in front. I want you to go there, hide inside, get out of the open."
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Blake Crouch |
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understand. Who marked off its dimensions? Surely you know! Who stretched a measuring line across it? On what were its footings set, or who laid its cornerstone--while the morning stars sang together and all the angels shouted for joy?
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Blake Crouch |
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Where were you when I laid the earth's foundation? Tell me, if you understand. Who marked off its dimensions? Surely you know! Who stretched a measuring line across it? On what were its footings set, or who laid its cornerstone--while the morning stars sang together and all the angels shouted for joy?" JOB"
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Blake Crouch |
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Perfection was a surface thing. The epidermis. Cut a few layers deep, you begin to see some darker shades.
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Blake Crouch |
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Randall inwardly raged about the stupidity of the building designers to not have included another way out of the office, then immediately decided that architects did not typically have "homicidal monster infestation" on their list of situations that required safety precautions." --
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Blake Crouch |
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You've killed a hundred and thirty people, and you're getting squeamish at sticking your finger up a girl's ass? Some people pay to do it.
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Blake Crouch |
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He'd never hit a woman in his life, but as Pam moved in for more, he couldn't shake the thought that it would feel so satisfying to connect his right elbow with this bitch's jaw.
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Blake Crouch |
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It's the beautiful thing about youth. There's a weightlessness that permeates everything because no damning choices have been made, no paths committed to, and the road forking out ahead is pure, unlimited potential.
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Blake Crouch |
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Consciousness is a result of environment. Our cognitions - our idea of reality - are shaped by what we can perceive, by the limitations of our senses.
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reality
senses
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Blake Crouch |
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It's a troubling paradox - I have total control, but only to the extent I have control over myself.
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multiverse
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Blake Crouch |
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On his first attempt to get up, his knees buckled and he sat down hard enough to send
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Blake Crouch |
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warm, the sky above a deep and cloudless cobalt. The man checked the pockets of his slacks, and then of his single-breasted coat. No wallet. No money clip. No ID. No keys. No phone. Just a small Swiss Army knife in one of the inner pockets. *
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Blake Crouch |
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But it's all, in the end, just life. We see it macro, like one big story, but when you're in it, it's all just day-to-day, right? And isn't that what you have to make your peace with?
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Blake Crouch |
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is the sound of money being made, and only two things will stop them--Christmas and tragedy. He dismounts his albino steed, the horse's pinked nostrils flaring, dirty mane matted with ice. The single-rig saddle is snow-crusted as well, its leather and cloth components--the mochila and shabrack--frozen stiff. He rubs George's neck, speaking in soft, low tones he knows
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Blake Crouch |
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town, and the mule skinner knows that something is wrong. Two miles south stands Bartholomew Packer's mine, the Godsend, a twenty-stamp mill that should be filling this box canyon with the
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Blake Crouch |
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And maybe I can let go of the sting and resentment of the path not taken, because the path not taken isn't just the inverse of who I am. It's an infinitely branching system that represents all the permutations of my life...
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Blake Crouch |
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We're all made of the same thing--the blown-out pieces of matter formed in the fires of dead stars.
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Blake Crouch |
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a.m. It was still raining, still pitch-black inside the tent. The sound of Scott unzipping the sleeping bag had woken her, and now he was crawling out of it. "What are you doing?" Abigail whispered. "I put it off long as I could stand it. I gotta go like nobody's business." "Here, take this"
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Blake Crouch |
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We see it macro, like one big story, but when you're in it, it's all just day-to-day, right? And isn't that what you have to make your peace with?" Out"
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Blake Crouch |
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pausing as the first radials of sunlight struck its translucent skin. Its progression down through the boulder field had been slow and careful, stopping occasionally to sniff the remains of others like it. Others Mustin
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Blake Crouch |
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Can I just say what we're all thinking? This is fucking weird.
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Blake Crouch |
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Which brings me back to Michael Crichton. He didn't just play with big ideas in his books. He used those ideas to explore questions that felt immediate, meaningful, emotionally powerful--to everyone. You didn't have to be a sci-fi reader to understand what he was talking about, or to care, deeply, about the suspenseful tale he was spinning. That's the kind of book I set out to write with Dark Matter.
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Blake Crouch |