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Didn't he know that heterosexuals needed to breed so homosexuals could even exist?
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Gay liberation did not create gay promiscuity. There was sex before there were marches, politics, or books - it was the best reason for being homosexual, it and love.
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I hate hating myself. It's boring. But there's nobody else to hate.
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She was sitting up. She lifted and pulled at her blankets, but it was gone. The hippopotamus of wisdom was nowhere in sight.
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He looked as incongruous as a rose in a bowl of brussels sprouts.
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Throwing himself a party was like rubbing his nose in his failure to connect with people.
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Not until she stood at her sink, splashing cold water on her face, did she remember her little hippo. What the hell was that about? When did her unconscious get so fucking whimsical? And what fine truth was he going to tell her?
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But that was something, wasn't it? It was good to be needed. It was better than being alone. It even felt good to be used. Being used brought you deep inside the machinery of the world.
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quiere vivir algo que se parezca a una experiencia extraordinaria, una batalla, una historia de amor, una aventura limite, un crimen incluso. Cielo o infierno, que importa, pero un gran drama que lo saque de esta vida sin porvenir y que justifique su existencia. Entonces si podria dormir placidamente sobre sus laureles, o sobre sus espinas, sabiendo que ha vivido.
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Short stories are often treated as the poor cousins of novels.
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the only truth left is my drunkenness, my sex, and my art.
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