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I think I'm getting a notion of how to do this. O.K., a carnival works because people pay to feel amazed and scared. They can nibble around a midway getting amazed here and scared there, or both. And do you know what else? Hope. Hope they'll win a prize, break the jackpot, meet a girl, hit a bull's-eye in front of their buddies. In a carnival you call it luck or chance, but it's the same as hope. Now hope is a good feeling that needs risk t..
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The whiskey looks like transparent wood in my glass.
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What greater gift could you offer your children than an inherent ability to earn a living just by being themselves?
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Grownups can deal with scraped knees, dropped ice-cream cones, and lost dollies, but if they suspected the real reasons we cry they would fling us out of their arms in horrified revulsion. Yet we are small and as terrified as we are terrifying in our ferocious appetites
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The more people we exclude, the more people will want to join. That's what exclusive means.
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Taxis are expensive for moderately employed dwarfs who rent extra apartments, swim at private clubs, and fancy themselves as righteous assassins.
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The roses started him thinking, how the oddity of them was beautiful and how that oddity was contrived to give them value. "It just struck me - clear and complete all at once - no long figuring about it." He realized that children could be designed. "And I thought to myself, now that would a rose garden worthy of a man's interest." We children would smile and hug him and he would grin around at us and send the twins for a pot of cocoa from ..
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Orakula sozdaiot tot, kto zadaiot vopros i dumaet, budto slyshit otvet." Poka ia rezala miaso na tarelke Arti, moiu grud' raspirala toska, grozivshaia prolit'sia slezami iz glaz i sopliami iz nosa. Kak ia teper' ponimaiu, eto byla rasteriannost' i pechal', kakuiu ispytyvaiut vse deti, kogda im prikhoditsia zashchishchat' roditelei ot zhestokoi real'nosti. Detiam gor'ko i stranno videt', kakimi naivnymi, khrupkimi i uiazvimymi mogut byt' vzr..
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They thought to use and shame me but I win out by nature, because a true freak cannot be made. A true freak must be born. There
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Hey, nit squat! These are written by norms to scare norms. And do you know what the monsters and demons and rancid spirits are? Us, that's what. You and me. We are the things that come to the norms in nightmares. The thing that lurks in the bell tower and bites out the throats of the choirboys--that's you, Oly. And the thing in the closet that makes the babies scream in the dark before it sucks their last breath--that's me. And the rustling..
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The truth is always an insult or a joke. Lies are generally tastier. We love them. The nature of lies is to please. Truth has no concern for anyone's comfort." --"
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There are parts of Texas where a fly lives ten thousand years and a man can't die soon enough.
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It is coincidence, I decide, and I am getting old and batty, thinking the universe revolves around me.
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He had Oly letter a little card that he taped on his wall. The thing read, 'The only liars bigger than the quack are the quack's patients.' Arty used to just keep me in stitches. Eleven years old he was then.
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My heart died. Arty would despise her. But Mama told me to go on hoping. "Go ahead and love her," Mama said. I've wondered since whether those were Mama's last words, the final sizzle of her synapses."
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Later, at the sink in our van, Mama rinsed the blue stain and the odd spiders, caterpillars, and stems from the bucket. "Not what we usually start with, but we can go again tomorrow. And this will set up nicely in about six, eight jars." The berries were beginning to simmer in the big pot on the back burner. Mama pushed her dark wooden spoon into the foaming berries and cicrcled the wall of the pot slowly. I leaned my hot arms on the tab..
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Crystal Lil, her door propped open, sits in front of the television with a pan in her lap, a brown bag at her feet. She
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Katherine Dunn |
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The hope you get from religion is a three-ring, all-star hope because the risk is outrageous.
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Consider the whole thing as occupational therapy. Power as cottage industry for the mad. The shepherd is slave to the sheep. A gardener is in thrall to his carrots. Only a lunatic would want to be president. These lunatics are created deliberately by those who wish to be presided over. You've seen it a thousand times. We create a leader by locating one in the crowd who is standing up. This may well be because there are no chairs or because ..
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It goes in streaks. But some things never go out of fashion.' Hunger artists, fat folks, giants, and dog acts come and go but real freaks never lose their appeal.
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Like colors or a spring tree against that kind of blue sky that pulls your heart out through your eyes. Pretty things will swarm you like that, like your heart was a hive of electric bees.
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I've conquered them. They thought to use and shame me but I win out by nature, because a true freak cannot be made. A true freak must be born.
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The only liars bigger than the quack are the quack's patients.
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I am here, come closer," the old donkey said with her eyes. "I will mother you."
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Just as a snowflake went on to feed a puddle that filled a stream and then the river, the pumpkin patch is a gathering of molecules from my old goats, chickens, and cats, feeding the underworld of dirt creatures. And somewhere, my father's ashes mingle with birds, air, and sea.
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I sit, tired of reading. I am sick of books. I can't tell where I leave off and the books begin. I'm nobody. I'm a polluted nothing. A confessed sin, an open door, the clutterer in the clutter.
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books
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ennui
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Most people seem to turn off at some point in their lives. Maybe it's thirty or forty. For most people it's lots younger. They stop there. Stop growing or changing or learning or something. From that point on they're dead.
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life
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happy-thoughts
compromise
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I had maggot brains that night and may have imagined half of it, and misunderstood the rest.
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Papa had looked bad last time. This time he looked like Death's rectum.
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She is suspicious and fearless and her progress is alarming.
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And they looked at her, watched her, wanted to squirt her full of baby juice.
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I wanted to cry, loud and wet with the pain of love.
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