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John Thorn

"I think that much of this was running in background as I contemplated whether or not to attend the PS 99 reunion, although I certainly anticipated that I would not; it smelled like death, not youth."

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"I think that much of this was running in background as I contemplated whether or not to attend the PS 99 reunion, although I certainly anticipated that I would not; it smelled like death, not youth."

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"Again, somehow, one saw life, a pure bead. I lifted the pencil again, useless though I knew it to be. But even as I did so, the unmistakable tokens of death showed themselves. The body relaxed, and instantly grew stiff. The struggle was over. The insignificant little creature now knew death. As I looked at the dead moth, this minute wayside triumph of so great a force over so mean an antagonist filled me with wonder. Just as life had been strange a few minutes before, so death was now as strange."

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"We want our idols to be dead because it makes death a much less scary place."

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"An evil life is a kind of death."

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"Death is the wish of some, the relief of many, and the end of all."

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"As a well spent day brings happy sleep, so life well used brings happy death."

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"Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality."

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"We cannot conceive death as anything else than the afterlife because we cannot comprehend death unless we live."

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"It was octarine, the colour of magic. It was alive and glowing and vibrant and it was the undisputed pigment of the imagination, because wherever it appeared it was a sign that mere matter was a servant of the powers of the magical mind. It was enchantment itself.But Rincewind always thought it looked a sort of greenish-purple."

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"The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, which hurts and is desired."

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"The silver swan, who, living had no note, When death approached unlocked her silent throat."

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"The National League was born the following year, as an attempt to exert the control of capital over labor."
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"Why we play as children is not because it is our work or because it is how we learn, though both statements are true; we play because we are wired for joy, it is imperative as human beings."
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"The heroes of our youth grow old - 'the boys of summer in their ruin,' in Dylan Thomas's verse - yet we seem the same."
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"Pursuing employment or climatic relief, we live in voluntary exile from our extended families and our longer past, but in an involuntary exile from ourselves and our own past."
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"Distant replay morphs into instant replay, and future replay cannot be far off."
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"Do we settle on a regional team because we can go to its ballpark and see its games on television? Or do we choose a team as our favorite because it has an especially appealing player, a Barry Bonds or an Ichiro?"
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"Award trophies, as opposed to letting the players define and claim their own. Ultimately, pay them to play so that their activity not only resembles work but is work."
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"As the game enters its glorious final weeks, the chill of fall signals the reality of defeat for all but one team. The fields of play will turn brown and harden, the snow will fall, but in the heart of the fan sprouts a sprig of green."
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