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"Shadow crawled across the floor to the yellow foam-rubber pad and climbed onto it, pulling the thin blanket over himself, and closed his eyes, and he held onto nothing, and he held onto dreams."
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"That deep, can-still-taste-her-in-my-mouth sleep."
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"Shadow crawled across the floor to the yellow foam-rubber pad and climbed onto it, pulling the thin blanket over himself, and closed his eyes, and he held onto nothing, and he held onto dreams."
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"Mother believed that I should have an enormous amount of sleep, and so I was never really tired when I went to bed. This was the best time of day, when I could lie in the vague twilight, drifting off to sleep, making up dreams inside my head the way they should go."
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"If the world leaders can afford a 7 hours sleep, most of us probably can too."
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"Rest fixed most things. Sleep was my sweet reward. I treated bedtime as both incentive and sacrament."
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"An irresistible sleep fell deeply on his eyes, the sweetest, soundest oblivion, still as the sleep of death itself."
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"I think of New York as a puree and the rest of the United States as vegetable soup."
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"All right,' Nico relented. 'Maybe a little '. He managed to take off his aviator jacket and wad it into a pillow before he keeled over and began to snore."
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"Weekends are life's gift to those who hate their jobs."
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"Now for a good twelve-hour sleep, I told myself. Twelve solid hours. Let birds sing, let people go to work. Somewhere out there, a volcano might blow, Israeli commandos might decimate a Palestinian village. I couldn't stop it. I was going to sleep."
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"There was a table laid with jellies and trifles, with a party hat beside each place, and a birthday cake with seven candles on it in the center of the table. The cake had a book drawn on it, in icing. My mother, who had organized the party, told me that the lady at the bakery said that they had never put a book on a birthday cake before, and that mostly for boys it was footballs or spaceships. I was their first book."
Celebration
"The magic and the danger of fiction is this: it allows us to see through other eyes. It takes us to places we have never been, allows us to care about, worry about, laugh with, and cry for people who do not, outside of the story, exist. There are people who think that things that happen in fiction do not really happen. These people are wrong."
Literature
"Everybody going to be dead one day, just give them time."
Mortality
"She said we all not only could know everything. We do. We just tell ourselves we don't to make it all bearable."
Truth
"On the whole, stories don't write themselves."
Creativity
"It doth not hurt", whispered a faint voice, "She will take you life and all you are and all you care'st for, and she will leave you with nothing but mist and fog. She'll take your joy. And one day you'll wake and your heart and soul will have gone. A husk you'll be, a wisp you'll be, and a thing no more than a dream on waking, or a memory of something forgotten."
Mortality
"So, yeah, my people figured that maybe there's something at the back of it all, a creator, a great spirit, and so we say thank you to it, because it's always good to say thank you. But we never built churches. We didn't need to. The land was the church. The land was the religion. The land was older and wiser than the people who walked on it."
Spiritual
"I watched him even then as he fell, his face undefeated, his eyes still proud."
Strength
"And there never was an apple, in Adam's opinion, that wasn't worth the trouble you got into for eating it."
Writing
"Before that no one thought of us as colored-foreign maybe, exotic and dark, but not colored."
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