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Maybe. Because he's got to try. Because she is too interesting, too beautiful not to even do anything.
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It would always be a put-on, high school or not, for the whole rest of the world, for the rest of our lives. You couldn't ever guess who someone was by the way they looked because, good or bad, the way they looked was always just a costume or an act. It was Halloween everyday, for most people anyway, just to feel like they weren't alone, to belong, just to keep being happy maybe.
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It is no parlor trick: There is a skull and, in the dark, it is glowing. Somehow it is now floating above us all. Listen: The skull is speaking. It is saying your name. It knows about you and your favorite flower and all about your tenth birthday. But it does not matter. You are not convinced. For some reason, you are still full of doubt. You stare into the dark, looking for wires. Grasping for strings, you hold your hands out.
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And it's exactly what's wrong with the radio. It's like...anything that tries to appeal to everybody always ends up sounding so cheap.
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wondered about what he said and then thought hard. I could never be a dick, not to Gretchen anyway, so I guess I was doomed; doomed to go for this girl that didn't go for me. But that was OK as I long as I did everything I could.
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The world of evil is only as evil as we allow it to be.
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Our worlds are so momentary. We are along all our lives and then go off that way as well.
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Kuda my ukhodim, kogda umiraem? Kha-kha. Skazhi ei, Billi. Billi ulybaetsia. -- My prevrashchaemsia v tikhii golos v ch'em-nibud' ukhe i shepchem emu, chto vse budet khorosho.
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Maybe, he thinks, as he's riding on through the snow, maybe this is why she's leaving. Maybe she fell in love with me when we were kids. And now: and now: and now: we're not kids anymore.
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And he says, "I'm trying to figure out what's wrong with me. And I think I realized that I'm average, that there's nothing remarkable about me. And I wanted to know if this is something other people think about."
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Mir polon zla rovno nastol'ko, naskol'ko my eto emu pozvoliaem.
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V nashikh ezhednevnykh gazetakh chasto vstrechaiutsia ob'iavleniia, reklamiruiushchie uslugi professional'nykh ekstrasensov, obladaiushchikh unikal'noi sposobnost'iu obshchat'sia s usopshimi. Ob'iavleniia, kak pravilo, raspolagaiutsia na toi zhe stranitse, gde razmeshchaiut svoiu reklamu predpriiatiia avtoservisa i sluzhby znakomstv. V ofisakh etikh kontor net prakticheski nikakoi mebeli. Eto -- tikhie serye pomeshcheniia, splosh' zastavlen..
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As a boy, all I ever wanted was this: a life dedicated to art; every idea, every breath an artistic gesture. And here is this girl before me, blowing on her hands to keep warm. And why am I so worried it's not going to last?
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He wants to say: First of all, you were wrong about pop music. And art and all of pop culture. And all kinds of things. Because all of it matters. Even if it is awful. Everybody knows all the bad movies and the bad songs on the radio. Because it's the only thing anybody has in common anymore. It's all anybody has. So you were wrong about that and you were wrong about us and you were wrong about me, but he doesn't actually say any of this ou..
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C. On that cloudless Saturday morning, Madeline wakes up and sees Jonathan lying beside her, then decides that she's probably going to end up loving him forever.
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We're adults," he says quickly. "I'm only here to work. I won't bother you or anything." "Fine," she says. "Great." "Great," he repeats. "We're too good of work friends anyways." "We are?" "I mean, we're probably too much alike," she says. "Yeah, it would be too weird. If things didn't work out." "These things never work out," she says. "Exactly," he says. "Exactly." "Right," he adds. "Exactly." "And who needs all the weirdness?"
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Kristin nods, marching ahead of Clark, who gazes as the impossible smallness of Kristin's ankles and feet. Years later, while imprisoned for drug charges, he will think of those tiny feet and know he is forever doomed for having lied to her, for having harmed something so delicate, so defenseless, so small, so weak.
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I really do. It's the first time I don't have to think at work, you know. It's really simple. You just answer the phone and put in people's orders. It's pretty laid back. You don't like it?" "No. I feel like it's killing my brain." "Maybe that's why I like it. I don't mind not having to think."
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Listen, I'm going to give you some advice, not because I think you need it, but because I feel like I've earned it. The right, I mean. To give advice. Here it is: don't hold onto things. It's a problem the men in my family have. It's taken me a long time to figure this out. Me, my father, my grandfather, we collect things. We collect miseries. It's what we do. But sometimes the best thing to do is to just let things go. To let them pass.
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I was just going to stand here and watch it happen. I wasn't going to say a fucking thing. Why? Because what did it matter? What did any of it matter?
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What lasts? What lasts? What lasts? What lasts? What lasts? And so he stares for an hour or so at all her notes, at the poorly sketched drawings for an art movement that has now come to an end, and realizes how there are all these moments, moments just like this one, there are all these moments, and how everyone lives their lives in these short, all-too-short moments. There are all these moments and what's so interesting, what makes them be..
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Go to a goddamn priest if you wanna be lied to. I've seen too many of your kind slip back inside to fool myself. If you wanna think you're a new man, hell, that's fine. But don't think you're looking any different in anyone else's mind.
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Slow as your own dubious grace.
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She puts away four small plastic cups of red wine and then stares at a painting of a topless girl with a large silver sword for a half hour and then she begins to think: You call this art? This isn't art! This is a joke! All of you are a joke! Fuck you and fuck Jeff Koons and the rest of those '80s art-star wannabes. Where's the art that makes people weep? Where's the art that makes people want to go to church? None of this is the least bit..
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Those days were like a crown of gold over her head. Her hair was a knotted nest of some tiny white and yellow flowers with little bluebells wrapped inside her curls. Maybe she'd bring him a sandwich or a bottle of Coca-Cola, all cold and full of beads of ice along the side. Wasn't it all so pretty? Wasn't it all so nice?
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A fragrance of cold rose petals and copper. Like flowers in your bloody throat.
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A place of a king of quiet villainy and secret lust. A place where the dirty dreams of every twelve-year-old man-child were visible on the bus station's bathroom walls in hand-scrawled tattoos of ladies with oversized breasts and inappropriate female genitalia, inaccurately portrayed as a singularly dangerous triangle of doom. Those kinds of drawings set me up for a world of confusion.
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In our town--our town of shadows, our town of mystery--it seems our buildings have, without reason, begun to disappear completely. Still full of their loyal inhabitants, the buildings and the people all disintegrate soundlessly. The air has been hard to breathe, full of regret and the glassy voices of the unsurprised dead. Our commuters have begun carrying photographs of their loved ones with them to work. On the bus, we look at each other,..
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Pochemu, kogda my stanovimsia vzroslymi, nas tak pugaiut zagadki i tainy? Ne potomu li, chto s vozrastom nashi miry prevrashchaiutsia v miry povsednevnoi rutiny, bezopasnosti i poriadka? Ne potomu li, chto my utverzhdaemsia v mysli, chto znaem otvety na vse voprosy -- vernee, otvet vsegda tol'ko odin: nikakoe sokrovishche iz tainika, nikakoi potainoi khod, nikakaia zashifrovannaia zapiska ne spaset nas ot bezyskhodnoi toski v samyi chernyi ..
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Khotite ver'te, khotite net, no v nashem gorode est' odno mesto, otkuda po nocham vse eshche vidny zvezdy. Ono ostalos' odno na ves' gorod -- takoe volshebnoe mesto, ne zatianutoe oblakami fabrichnogo dyma, ne zakrytoe khaoticheskim nagromozhdeniem neboskrebov. Eto samoe luchshee mesto dlia polunochnykh progulok i razgovorov shepotom. Na kholme za gorodskim sadom, gde est' nebol'shaia polianka s vidom na statuiu bezrukogo generala na bronzo..
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What Mr. Albee most desires is for the Model UN, the entire group of them, all eleven, even the scoundrel Quinn, to be there waiting, when he gets home each dreary night, and there again when he awakes in the morning, all of them politely debating one another with their resplendent voices, their hearts--which have not yet been broken by anything more serious than an unrequited crush or an unfair grade--quietly aglow with everything.
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I was a shy kid and I was afraid what I said sounded stupid, so I hardly ever said anything. I was the third wheel. Fifth wheel? I was the fucking wheel you didn't really need, but I still hung around. I thought maybe my silence would one day impress somebody. As of yet, it hadn't done much for me.
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For years, Thisbe will later think of that one moment in the field as the only time she was ever sure about anything in her life.
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This man has the same kind of charm, the kind that suggests weakness, the kind that indicates how sad he will always make her feel. There is something dependable, unfailing in this sort of sadness.
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You are saying, I would like to but I could never forgive you or myself. I am saying, if you let me kneel before you once, I can live without forgiveness for a very long time.
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Perhaps Effie Mumford was only trying to prove something she already knew: that, like all animals, she was at the whim of the general disorder and unimaginative meanness of the world surrounding her.
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