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What do we have to live for, but each other. What do we have to die for, but our love?
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Lekarskite priemni me potiskat poveche i ot bolnitsite zaradi l'khashchata ot tiakh minusova prod'lzhitelnost na zhivota i zaradi sluchainiia patsient, koito si tr'gva s dobri novini, razt'rsva antiseptichnata r'ka na doktora i se smee visoko, smee se na vsiaka negova duma, shche se pr'sne ot smiakh, ot prostashko mog'shchestvo, pokazno ignorira drugite patsienti, preminavaiki prez chakalniata s vse taka d'rz'k smiakh - toi se e ot'rval ot ..
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People get bitten. But I won't.' I found myself saying, 'You will, you will. These snakes don't know you find death inconceivable. They don't know you're young and strong and you think death applies to everyone but you. They will bite you and you will die.
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Maybe he didn't want that life after all, starting over broke, hailing a cab in a busy intersection filled with jockeying junior executives, arms aloft, bodies smartly spinning to cover every compass point. What did he want that was not posthumous? He stared into space. He understood what was missing, the predatory impulse, the sense of large excitation that drove him through his days, the sheer and reeling need to be.
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Even as he printed the words, he imagined people reading them, people moved by his loneliness and disappointment, even by his wretched spelling, the childish mesh of his composition. Let them see the struggle and humiliation, the effort he had to exert to write a simple sentence. The pages were crowded, smudged, urgent, a true picture of his state of mind, of his rage and frustration, knowing a thing but not being able to record it properly..
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Rocks are, but they do not exist.' " After a pause I said, "I came across this statement when I was in college and forgot it until very recently. 'Man alone exists. Rocks are, but they do not exist. Trees are, but they do not exist. Horses are, but they do not exist.' "
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One must become a book before one can know what is inside it.
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We lead more interesting lives than we think. We are characters in plots, without the compression and numinous sheen. Our lives, examined carefully in all their affinities and links, abound with suggestive meaning, with themes and involute turnings we have not allowed ourselves to see completely.
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All this optimism, all this booming and soaring. Things happen like bang. This and that simultaneous. I put out my hand and what do I feel? I know there's a thousand things you analyze every ten minutes. Patterns, ratios, indexes, whole maps of information. I love information. This is our sweetness and light. It's a fuckall wonder. And we have meaning in the world. People eat and sleep in the shadow of what we do. But at the same time, what..
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Some people don't believe in God but they color eggs at Easter just to change the pattern of their days.
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Always the pain, the chaos of composition. He could not find order in the field of little symbols. They were in the hazy distance. He could not clearly see the picture that is called a word. A word is also a picture of a word. He saw spaces, incomplete features, and tried to guess at the rest. He made wild tries at phonetic spelling. But the language tricked him with its inconsistencies. He watched sentences deteriorate, powerless to make t..
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All plots tend to move deathward. This is the nature of plots. Political plots, terrorist plots, lovers' plots, narrative plots, plots that are part of children's games. We edge nearer death every time we plot. It is like a contract that all must sign, the plotters as well as those who are the targets of the plot.
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don-delillo
love
narrative
plots
plotting
politics
terrorism
white-noise
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There's a moral force in a sentence when it comes out right. It speaks the writer's will to live.
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Was he at the movies to see a movie, she said, or maybe more narrowly, more essentially, simply to be at the movies?
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And you keep on looking. You look because this is the nature of the footage, to make a channeled path through time, to give things a shape and a destiny.
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We travel into or away from our photographs.
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I saw a group of women standing by a station wagon. There were seven of them, pushing cartons and shopping bags over the open tailgate into the rear of the car. Celery stalks and boxes of Gleem stuck out of the bags. I took the camera from my lap, raised it to my eye, leaned out the window a bit, and trained it on the ladies as if I were shooting. One of them saw me and immediately nudged her companion but without taking her eyes off the ca..
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The Agency was the one subject in his life that could never be exhausted. Central Intelligence. Beryl saw it as the best organized church in the Christian world, a mission to collect and store everything that everyone has ever said and then reduce it to a microdot and call it God.
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It is the nature and pleasure of townspeople to distrust the city. All the guiding principles that might flow from a center of ideas and cultural energies are regarded as corrupt, one or another kind of pornography. This is how it is with towns.
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distrust
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common words of spark and heart.
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And what do you remember, finally, when everyone has gone home and the streets are empty of devotion and hope, swept by river wind? Is the memory thin and bitter and does it shame you with its fundamental untruth--all nuance and wishful silhouette? Or does the power of transcendence linger, the sense of an event that violates natural forces, something holy that throbs on the hot horizon, the vision you crave because you need a sign to stand..
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All these people formed by language and climate and popular songs and breakfast foods and the jokes they tell and the cars they drive have never had anything in common so much as this, that they are sitting in the furrow of destruction.
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He told me that I hadn't done anything yet. Hadn't lived yet. All you do is pass the time, he said.
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life
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Take the leap, they said. Live the billionaire's myth of immortality. And why not now, I thought. What else was there for Ross to acquire? Give the futurists their blood money and they will make it possible for you to live forever. The pod would be his final shrine of entitlement.
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cultural-myths
futurists
postmodern
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Then they're always trying to sell you something. Everything is based on forcing people to buy. If you can't buy what they're selling, you're a zero in the system.
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What do children know? They know who they are, she said, in ways we can't know and they can't tell us.
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What is the self? Everything you are, without others, without friends or strangers or lovers or children or streets to walk or food to eat or mirrors in which to see yourself. But are you anyone without others?
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The words were old and true, full of reassurance, comfort, consolation. Men followed such words to their death because other men before them had done the same, and perhaps it was easier to die than admit that words could lose their meaning.
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My life is either/or. Either I chew regular gum or I chew sugarless gum. Either I chew gum or I smoke. Either I smoke or I gain weight. Either I gain weight or I run up the stadium step.' 'Sounds like a boring life.' 'I hope it lasts forever,' she said.
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In the dark the mind runs on like a devouring machine, the only thing awake in the universe.
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If you let me teach you not to end a sentence with a preposition, Edgar thought, I will save your life.
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I think pleasure is in the moment more than in the thing.
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The deeper we delve into the nature of things, the looser our structure may seem to become.
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The novel used to feed our search for meaning. Quoting Bill. It was the great secular transcendence. The Latin mass of language, character, occasional new truth. But our desperation has led us toward something larger and darker. So we turn to the news, which provides an unremitting mood of catastrophe. This is where we find emotional experience not available elsewhere. We don't need the novel. Quoting Bill. We don't even need catastrophes, ..
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War is the ultimate realization of modern technology. For centuries men have tested themselves in war. War was the final test, the great experience, the privilege, the honor, the selfsacrifice or what have you, the absolutely ultimate determination of what kind of man you were. War was the great challenge and the great evaluator. It told you how much you were worth. But it's different today. Few men want to go off and fight. We prove oursel..
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She wasn't a child who needed imaginary friends. She was imaginary to herself.
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Is it better to commit evil and attempt to balance it with an exalted act than to live a resolutely neutral life?
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Don DeLillo |
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Reality doesn't happen until you analyze the dots.
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Don DeLillo |
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Self-pity oozed through my soul. I tried to relax and enjoy it.
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Don DeLillo |
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This is how the dark-skinned kid seems to open to the world,how the bloodrush of a dozen strides brings him into eloquence.
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My life is either/or. Either I chew regular gum or I chew sugarless gum. Either I chew gum or I smoke. Either I smoke or I gain weight. Either I gain weight or I run up the stadium steps.' 'Sounds like a boring life.' 'I hope it lasts forever.
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But idealists of course are unpredictable. They tend to be the ones who turn bitter overnight, deceived by lies they've told themselves.
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Tyle w nich bylo chrzescijanstwa. I tak niewiele z Chrystusa.
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kościół
pis
pissed
władza
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I'm not looking to wear the white man out with my ability to suffer.
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