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Try this for deviancy: fabricants are mirrors held up to purebloods' conscience; what purebloods see reflected there sickens them. So they blame you for holding the mirror." I hid my shock by asking when purebloods might blame themselves. Mephi replied, "History suggests, not until they are made to."
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hate
history
self-disgust
cloud-atlas
postmodern
self-discovery
reflection
disgust
postmodernism
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David Mitchell |
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Reality is the page. Life is the word.
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David Mitchell |
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If you're in your life, chance. Viewed from the outside, like a book you're reading, it's fate all the way.
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fate
life
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David Mitchell |
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Five years later, I take a deep, shuddery breath to stop myself crying. It's not just that I can't hold Aoife again, it's everything: It's grief for the regions we deadlanded, the ice caps we melted, the Gulf Stream we redirected, the rivers we drained, the coasts we flooded, the lakes we choked with crap, the seas we killed, the species we drove to extinction, the pollinators we wiped out, the oil we squandered, the drugs we rendered impot..
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David Mitchell |
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You only value something if you know it'll end.
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value
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David Mitchell |
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Often I think boys don't become men. Boys just get papier-mached inside a man's mask. Sometimes you can tell the boy is still in there.
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David Mitchell |
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Grief is an amputation, but hope is incurable haemophilia: you bleed and bleed and bleed. Like Schrodinger's cat inside a box you can never ever open.
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pain
loss
hope
uncertainty
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David Mitchell |
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Perhaps those deprived of beauty perceive it most instinctively.
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David Mitchell |
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We are both busy people, so let's cut the small talk.
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David Mitchell |
9770849
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Leaves turned to soil beneath my feet. Thus it is, trees eat themselves.
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trees
reincarnation
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David Mitchell |
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But no, we cross, crisscross, and recross our old tracks like figure skaters.
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David Mitchell |
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So winners, Hae-Joo proposed, are the real losers because they learn nothing? What, then, are losers? Winners?
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wisdom
loser
winner
postmodern
improvement
learning-from-mistakes
perspective
postmodernism
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David Mitchell |
afbda68
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Teachers're always using that "in your own words." I hate that. Authors knit their sentences tight. It's their job. Why make us unpick them, just to put it back together more shonkily? How're you s'posed to say Kapellmeister if you can't say Kapellmeister?"
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truth
school
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David Mitchell |
d3e1c2e
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One cannot pass by without thinking of the density of men in the ground.
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David Mitchell |
b8b3492
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Five years later, I take a deep, shuddery breath to stop myself crying. It's not just that I can't hold Aoife again, it's everything: It's grief for the regions we deadlanded, the ice caps we melted, the Gulf Stream we redirected, the rivers we drained, the coasts we flooded, the lakes we choked with crap, the seas we killed, the species we drove to extinction, the pollinators we wiped out, the oil we squandered, the drugs we rendered impot..
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David Mitchell |
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One moment you're carrying this loveable little tyke on your shoulders, the next she's off, and you realize what you suspected all along: However much you love them, your own children are only ever on loan.
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David Mitchell |
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If losers can exploit what their adversaries teach them, yes, losers can become winners in the long term.
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perspectives
winning
interesting
thoughtful
losing
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David Mitchell |
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Adverbs are cholesterol in the veins of prose. Halve your adverbs and your prose pumps twice as well.
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David Mitchell |
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You have to know someone intimately to be able to love them. So love at sight is a contradiction in terms. Unless in that first sight there's some sort of mystical gigabyte downloading of information from one mind into the other.
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David Mitchell |
fa5b4cb
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Wars are never cured, they just go into remission for a few years.
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war
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David Mitchell |
a484220
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Human beings need to watch out for reasonless niceness too. It's never reasonless and its reason's not usually nice.
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David Mitchell |
9ab3209
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Mrs. Todds my English teacher gives an automatic if anyone ever writes "I woke up and it was all a dream" at the end of a story. She says it violates the deal between reader and writer, that it's a cop-out, it's the Boy Who Cried Wolf. But every single morning we really do wake up and it really was all a dream."
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reading
writing
dreams
english
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David Mitchell |
95212ae
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The mind abhors a vacancy & is wont to people it with phantoms.
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David Mitchell |
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and there, in the background, the sky's sediment had sunk to a place where all the woe of the words 'I am' dissolved into blue peace. He said it. 'The ocean.
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David Mitchell |
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Here's the truth: Who is spared love is spared grief.
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love
truth
spared
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David Mitchell |
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The learnin' mind is the livin' mind... an' any sort o' smart is truesome smart, old smart or new, high smart or low.
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mind
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David Mitchell |
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Implausible truth can serve one better than plausible fiction
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David Mitchell |
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Power. What do we mean? 'The ability to determine another man's luck.' ...how is it that some men attain mastery over others while the vast majority live and die as minions, as livestock? The answer is a holy trinity. First: God-given gifts of charisma. Second: the discipline to nurture these gifts to maturity, for though humanity's topsoil is fertile with talent, only one seed in ten thousand will ever flower -- for want of discipline. Thi..
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David Mitchell |
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Listening's reading if you close your eyes. Music's a wood you walk through.
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David Mitchell |
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The her that lived in her looked out through her eyes, through my eyes, and at the me that lives in me.
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David Mitchell |
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How do you smuggle daydreams into reality?
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David Mitchell |
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I consider how you don't get to choose whom you're attracted to, you only get to wonder about it retrospectively.
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David Mitchell |
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A life spent shaping a world I want Jackson to inherit, not one I fear Jackson shall inherit, this strikes me as a life worth the living.
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David Mitchell |
f01f7f6
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Power is lost or won, never created or destroyed. Power is a visitor to, not a possession of, those it empowers.
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David Mitchell |
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implores the Ghost of Future Regret.
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David Mitchell |
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Probably" is a word with an emergency ejector seat."
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David Mitchell |
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How gleefully life shreds our well crafted plans.
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David Mitchell |
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Good moods're as fragile as eggs...Bad moods're as fragile as bricks.
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David Mitchell |
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An idler and a sluggard are as different as a gourmand and a glutton.
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David Mitchell |
a71beaf
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The mind has a mind of its own. It shows us pictures. Pictures of the past and the might-one-day-be. This mind's mind exerts its own will, too, and has its own voice.
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David Mitchell |
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How about this? Hong Kong had been appropriated by British drug pushers in the 1840s. We wanted Chinese silk, porcelain, and spices. The Chinese didn't want our clothes, tools, or salted herring, and who can blame them? They had no demand. Our solution was to make a demand, by getting large sections of the populace addicted to opium, a drug which the Chinese government had outlawed. When the Chinese understandably objected to this arrangeme..
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opium-wars
opium
hong-kong
drugs
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David Mitchell |
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Love is the anesthetic applied by Nature to extract babies.
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David Mitchell |
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Been thinking of my grandfather, whose wayward brilliance skipped my father's generation. Once, he showed me an aquatint of a certain Siamese temple. Don't recall its name, but ever since a disciple of the Buddha preached on the spot centuries ago, every bandit king, tyrant, and monarch of that kingdom has enhanced it with marble towers, scented arboretums, gold-leafed domes, lavished murals on its vaulted ceilings, set emeralds into the ey..
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immortality
music
composer
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David Mitchell |
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There are so many cities in every single city.
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David Mitchell |