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Me enloquecia que estuviera tan lejos, fuera del alcance de mi doliente piel. Pero tambien habia algo intenso en la incorporeidad, como si la distancia amplificase nuestra conexion.
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Maybe human beings are programmed to help one another, even to fall in love. But just because it's human nature doesn't make it bad, Tally. Besides, we had a whole city of pretties to choose from, and we chose each other.
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Freedom's easy to lose and hard to get back.
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My whole life, I always thought that I was the only impostor. That everyone else was certain they were real in some way that I could never understand. But what if they're all just faking too? Maybe none of us know who we really are.
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Maybe they didn't want you to realize that every civilization has its weakness. There's always one thing we depend on.
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Do you promise?" He demanded again. "I can't let you go, Alek." She said softly. "You...what?"
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Don't. Shoot. The air is full of hydrogen!
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That was the trick - to keep punching, no matter what.
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strength
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We don't have to look like everyone else...and act like everyone else. We've got a choice. We can grow up any way we want...It's about becoming what I want to become, not what some surgical committee thinks I should.
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Maybe that is the price of loving someone: you lose your grasp of where they ended and you began.
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this is life. Right here in this room, with you, is life.
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relationship
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You should make sure that the quotable lines of dialogue in your book never exceed a hundred and forty characters!" seemed"
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Didn't any of these brainless wonders ever notice that TV shows were called programs? the same word that meant a bunch of numbers stuck into a computer to make it dance for its masters?
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Run and hide. We're on our way.
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Ninety-nine percent of humanity had had something done to their brains, and only a few people in the world knew exactly what. *
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she'd felt from David was crushed by it. Every day of her life she'd insulted other uglies and had been insulted in return. Fattie, Pig-Eyes, Boney, Zits, Freak--all the names uglies called one another, eagerly and without reserve. But equally, without exception, so that no one felt shut out by some irrelevant mischance of birth.
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A liberdade costuma destruir as coisas, sabe.
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At fist he didn't say anything more, and we had a little staring contest there in the darkness. but I liked staring at him, and I won.
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As the serpentine expanse of glass drew open, the city seemed to wrap around them: rooftop gardens with stunted trees in pots, water towers like chunky flying saucers, the spires of distant skyscrapers.
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Sure, zombies can "be a metaphor." They can represent the oppressed, as in Land of the Dead, or humanity's feral nature, as in 28 Days. Or racial politics or fear of contagion or even the consumer unconscious (Night of the Living Dead, Resident Evil, Dawn of the Dead). We could play this game all night. But really, zombies are not "supposed to be metaphors." They're supposed to be friggin' zombies. They follow the Zombie Rules: they rise fr..
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Necessity is the mother of invention
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I knew what she was asking, of course. I'd been asking it myself a moment before. But I wasn't sure how you went from dreams to reality without the magic leaking out - or becoming too wild and powerful.
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Over his years of helping runaways to find the Smoke, David had encountered wild animals, forest fires, and bio-engineered poisonous plants. But nothing was more dangerous than a city afraid of change.
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Life sucked all right. It sucked hard, because it was random and terrifying and too easily lost. Life was full of death cults and psychopaths, bad timing and bad people. Life was broken...Because you could make one mistake in righteous anger, and lose the person you most loved. But everything that sucked about life also proved that it was priceless, because otherwise all of that wouldn't hurt so bad.
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T)he real world worked differently than stories. In a novel you always knew the moment when something Happened, when someone Changed. But real life was full of gradual, piecemeal, continuous transformation. It was full of accidents and undefinables, and things that just happened on their own.
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Novelists are evil psychopomps, basically. We treat a few characters as real, but the rest of them are cannon fodder.
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Your first novel is like your first relationship. You won't really understand the decisions you make until years later...And you'll probably screw up the ending...First love is amazing and wonderful, but a kind of panic underlies it, a sense of not knowing what you're doing. First novels are the same way...You do the best you can. But remember, it's not going to be the most polished novel you ever write, or the wisest, or the best-selling. ..
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that's where the money is in publishing--people who don't read.
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You don't look very happy.
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Maybe that was the price of loving someone: you lost your grasp of where they ended and you began.
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Maybe that was why she was helping Madeleine. She was a manipulative bitch, but Dess couldn't imagine living in any other reality than the one those manipulations had created. In a way, Dess owed the old mindcaster something. Like her life, such as it was.
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Tally snorted. "I don't think it's exactly boring, Shay." "Doing what you're supposed to do is always boring. I can't imagine anything worse than being required to have fun." "I can," Tally said quietly. "Never having any."
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I swallowed my screams whole. They went down my throat as sharp-cornered and cold as ice cubes.
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Or maybe when they do the operation - when they grind and stretch your bones to the right shape, peel off your face and rub all your skin away, and stick in plastic cheekbones so you look like everybody else - maybe after going through all that you just aren't very interesting anymore.
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We're too busy being special.
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That girl in the painting looks so fierce, so strong. I want her to be the truth of me.
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The beauty of the world . . . has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder. --Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own
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I wonder if she ever wants to trade lives with me, if only for the chance to punch something.
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My protag likes to play with matches. Then she finds out she doesn't need the matches.' "I would totally totally TBR that," Sagan said."
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Una franja en la que se mezclaban el naranja y el amarillo prendia fuego al cielo, esplendida e inesperada, tan espectacular como los fuegos artificiales, aunque cambiaba a un ritmo majestuoso y apenas perceptible. Tally estaba descubriendo que asi era la naturaleza. Peligrosa o bella. O ambas cosas a la vez.
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He took his own saber by the blade and handed it to Alek, pommel first, as if offering it to a victor.
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Debia contarle a aquel nuevo imperfecto que, esa misma tarde, iban a abrirle el cuerpo, a limarle los huesos para darles la forma adecuada, a estirar o rellenar algunos, a quitarle el cartilago nasal y los pomulos y a sustituirlos por plastico programable, a lijarle la piel y volver a sembrarla como a un campo de futbol en primavera? ?Que le tallarian los ojos con laser para toda una vida de vision perfecta, que le colocarian implantes refl..
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Everyone in the world was programmed by the place they were born, hemmed in by their beliefs, but you had to at least try to grow your own brain. Otherwise, you might as well be living on a reservation, worshipping a bunch of bogus gods.
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Makes perfect sense. In a problematic way. But life is problematic, so novels must be too.
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