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The Wendy's was a low square building with the look of having been slapped together from a kit in an architecturally careless era,
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stood looking over my damaged home and tried to forget the sweetness of life on Earth.
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Sasha found herself at a loss for words. What am I asking you? I'm asking you if I was complicit in something unspeakable, because Anna, Anna, I already carry so much.
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If nothing else, it's pleasant to consider the possibility. He likes the thought of ships moving over the water, toward another world just out of sight.
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No more social media, no more scrolling through litanies of dreams and nervous hopes and photographs of lunches, cries for help and expressions of contentment and relationship-status updates with heart icons whole or broken, plans to meet up later, pleas, complaints, desires, pictures of babies dressed as bears or peppers for Halloween. No more reading and commenting on the lives of others, and in so doing, feeling slightly less alone in th..
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This one's my other favorite. 'He's successful in interfacing with clients we already have, but as for new clients, it's low-hanging fruit. He takes a high-altitude view, but he doesn't drill down to that level of granularity where we might actionize new opportunities.
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What a wonderful thing, to get paid for doing what you love," she says, and he agrees with this."
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Why did we always say we were going to shoot emails?" "I don't know. I've wondered that, too." "Why couldn't we just say we were going to send them? We were just pressing a button, were we not?" "Not even a real button. A picture of a button on a screen."
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It's possible that no one who didn't grow up in a small place can understand how beautiful this is, how the anonymity of city life feels like freedom.
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She stopped for a decaf latte at a Starbucks and was struck by the barista's brilliant green hair. "Your hair's beautiful," she said, and the barista smiled."
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Stick to musicians. I think we're generally saner.
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Not quite a room, Jeevan thought now, looking around the stage. It was too transitory, all those doorways and dark spaces between wings, the missing ceiling. It was more like a terminal, he thought, a train station or an airport, everyone passing quickly through.
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then came a virus like an avenging angel, unsurvivable, a microbe that reduced the population of the fallen world by, what? There were no more statisticians by then, my angels, but shall we say ninety-nine point ninety-nine percent?
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adulthood's full of ghosts." "I'm sorry, I'm not sure I quite--" "I'm talking about these people who've ended up in one life instead of another and they are just so disappointed. Do you know what I mean? They've done what's expected of them. They want to do something different but it's impossible now, there's a mortgage, kids, whatever, they're trapped. Dan's like that." "You don't think he likes his job, then." "Correct," she said, "but I ..
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There had been countries, and borders. It was hard to explain. In
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Symphony members knew much about science, which was frankly maddening given how much time these people had had to look things up on the Internet before the world ended.
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Why did we always say we were going to shoot emails?" "I don't know. I've wondered that too." "Why couldn't we just say we were going to send them? We were just pressing a button, were we not?" "Not even a real button. A picture of a button on a screen."
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Wir waren nicht fur diese Welt bestimmt. Ich bin in meine Stadt zuruckgekehrt, in mein zerbrochenes Leben und mein kaputtes Zuhause, in meine Einsamkeit, und versuchte zu vergessen, wie suss das Leben auf der Erde war.
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TWENTY YEARS AFTER the end of air travel, the caravans of the Traveling Symphony moved slowly under a white-hot sky.
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I was thinking earlier that to know this city you must first become penniless, because pennilessness (real pennilessness, I mean not having $2 for the subway) forces you to walk everywhere and you see the city best on foot.
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was one of those large, under-lit places that seemed to recede into shadow at the periphery, and in the murky middle
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The best advice her mother ever gave her: "Walk in like you own the place.")"
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No more diving into pools of chlorinated water lit green from below. No more ball games played out under floodlights. No more porch lights with moths fluttering on summer nights. No more trains running under the surface of cities on the dazzling power of the electric third rail. No more cities.
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Clark liked to think he knew London but the truth was he'd spent most of his adult life in New York, secure within the confines of Manhattan's idiot-proof grid, and on this particular evening London's tangle of streets was inscrutable.
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He remembered being here with Clark at three or four or sometimes five in the morning, during what seemed at the time like adulthood and seemed in retrospect like a dream.
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That kind of insanity's contagious,
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Prague.
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Outside the world was ending and snow continued to fall.
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He likes the thought of ships moving over the water, toward another world just out of sight.
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Jeevan's understanding of disaster preparedness was based entirely on action movies, but on the other hand, he'd seen a lot of action movies.
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No, it's just, if everything happens for a reason," Elizabeth persists, "as personally, I believe that it does, then when I hear a story of how two people came together, it's like a piece of the plan is being revealed."
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This had been happening more and more lately, this nodding off unexpectedly, and it left him with an unsettled intimation of rehearsal. You fall asleep for short periods and then for longer periods and then forever.
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Zu Hause, das ist eine kleine, dunkle Wohnung mit einer taglich wachsenden Wollmauspopulation.
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The girl looked like a china doll, she thought. She looked like someone who'd been well-cared-for and coddled all her life. She was probably someone who would grow up to be like Miranda's assistant Laetitia, like Leon's assistant Thea, unadventurous and well-groomed.
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the back of her hand. "Clear,"
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Clark disliked the general state of unshavenness, partly for aesthetic reasons and partly because he was a believer in the broken-windows theory of urban-crime management, the way the appearance of dereliction can pave the way for more serious crimes.
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All of this,' the prophet said, serene, 'all of our activities, Sayid, you must understand this, all of your suffering, it's all part of a greater plan.' 'You'd be surprised at how little comfort I take from that notion.
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She'd pressed her forehead to the window and saw clusters and pinpoints of light in the darkness, scattered constellations linked by roads or alone. The beauty of it, the loneliness, the thought of all those people living out their lives, each porch light marking another house, another family.
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he was just another dead man on another road, answerless, the bearer of another unfathomable story about walking out of one world and into another.
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Or maybe just an amphetamine freak? Clark's thoughts wandered to a particularly exciting week in Toronto, eighteen or nineteen years old, when he and Arthur had accepted some pills from a new friend at a dance club and stayed up for seventy-two hours straight.
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They resumed their cautious progress
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How without any one of these people the world is a subtly but unmistakably altered place,
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RAYMONDE: What I mean to say is, the more you remember, the more you've lost.
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but the lead caravan carries an additional line of text: Because survival is insufficient.
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