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"I feel as though I'm in a dream, where strange things are happening but they don't feel strange. Everything is cloudy-everything is wrapped in a fog-and I'm filled from head to toe with the single, burning desire to get closer to the music, to hear the music better, for the music to go on and on and on."
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"Happiness is a prison, Evey. Happiness is the most insidious prison of all."
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"Milly Brush once might almost have fallen in love with these silences."
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"Hatred may keep a body warm, but it takes a lot to keep the fire stoked, so unless a person is extraordinary in some way, some people are not worth hating, just like they're not worth loving."
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"I had one of those headaches. It kept pounding and got into that crazy realm where the guillotine seems like a good idea."
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"There's no way to tell what will make someone break down in tears. There are some who will cry at the merest melancholy word, and there are some who need the longest, cruelest speech to even dampen one eyelash. There are those who will cry at any sad song but no sad book, and there are those who are immune to the most saddening newspaper articles but will weep for days over a terrible meal. People cry at silence or at violence, in a graveyard or a schoolyard."
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"The lonely people have taught me, that I am not alone."
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"I wept for me, for my sister, for things I couldn't even begin to put into words, and might never be able to explain. But it felt something like this: I used to walk on my feet. Now all I knew how to do was crawl. And I wasn't sure how long it was going to take for me to get up off my knees and regain my balance, but I suspected that when I did, I would never walk the same way again."
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"It was juvenile, he knew, this need to assign blame, but everyone had a right to childish emotions from time to time, didn't they?"
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"I'm pretty lost in becoming all this frost. Bitter, like Winter. Strung-out like a string of pearls."
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"What will I do if I find myself with a heart?" "Lose it constantly, I imagine."
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"Could it be? Samantha Kingston? Home? On a Friday? I roll my eyes. "I don't know. Did you do a lot of acid in the sixties? Could be a flashback. "I was two years old in 1960. I came too late for the party. He leans down and pecks me on the head. I pull away out of habit. "And I'm not even going to ask how you know about acid flashbacks. "What's an acid flashback? Izzy crows. "Nothing, my dad and I say at the same time, and he smiles at me."
Family
"How is it possible, I think, to change so much and not be able to change anything at all?"
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"Strains of music spring up, crystallizing in the night air like rain turning suddenly to snow, drifting to earth."
Music
"It was all very strange, Mr. Gray thought, as he wiped the coffee canister clean with a sponge. Very, very mysterious. You were born; you lived a whole life; and at the end, you wound up in a coffee canister."Ah, well," he said out loud quietly. "That's just the way things are. Life's a funny business." Death, he supposed, was the punch line."
Philosophy
"Because I am terrified by what I want: for him, and worst of all, from him. Because I do want. I'm not even sure what, exactly, but the want is there, just like the hate and anger were there before. But this is not a tower. It is an endless, tunneling pit; it drives deep, and opens a hole inside me."
Desire
"I've learned to get really good at this - say one thing when I'm thinking about something else, act like I'm listening when I'm not, pretend to be calm and happy when I'm really freaking out. It's one of the skills you perfect as you get older."
Behavior
"Take it from me: If you hear the past speaking to you, feel it tugging up your back and runing its fingers up your spine, the best thing to do-the only thing-is run."
Memory
"Maybe you can afford to wait. Maybe for you there's a tomorrow. Maybe for you there's one thousand tomorrows, or three thousand, or ten, so much time you can bathe in it, roll around it, let it slide like coins through you fingers. So much time you can waste it.But for some of us there's only today. And the truth is, you never really know."
Time
"When you're completely free, you're also completely on your own."
Freedom
"She knew that this day, this feeling, couldn't last forever. Everything passed; that was partly why it was so beautiful. Things would get difficult again. But that was okay too.The bravery was in moving forward, no matter what."
Courage
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