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"I believe in communication; books communicate ideas and make bridges between people."
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"People used what they called a telephone because they hated being close together and they were scared of being alone."
"Still and all, why bother? Here's my answer. Many people need desperately to receive this message: I feel and think much as you do, care about many of the things you care about, although most people do not care about them. You are not alone."
"The Edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over."
"I was put off by people at school - my cabbage wasn't as good as other people's, you know, so that put me off."
"But contrary to what some people seem to think, I was never a bully. I was just a hard man."
"Part of the early Who career was all about knocking people's confidences out."
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"Unconditional love is what a child should expect from a parent even though it rarely works out that way."
"What makes up a life, events or the recollection of events?How much of recollection is invention?Whose invention?"
"Darkness as well as light. Or do I mean darkness, another kind of light? Lucifer would say so, and I have a weakness for fallen angels."
"In that house, you will find my heart. You must break in, Henri, and get it back for me.'Was she mad? We had been talking figuratively. Her heart was in her body like mine. I tried to explain this to her, but she took my hand and put it against her chest.Feel for yourself."
"Sometimes I think of you and I feel giddy. Memory makes me lightheaded, drunk on champagne. All the things we did. And if anyone has said this was the price I would have agreed to pay it. That surprises me; that with the hurt and the mess comes a shift of recognition. It was worth it. Love is worth it."
"I think heterosexuality and homosexuality are a kind of psychosis, and the truth is somewhere in the middle."
"The library was quiet. It was busy but it was quiet and I thought it must be like this in a monastery where you had company and sympathy but your thoughts were your own."
"That night two lovers whispering under the lead canopy of the church were killed by their own passion. Their effusion of words, unable to escape through the Saturnian discipline of lead, so filled the spaces of the loft that the air was all driven away. The lovers suffocated, but when the sacristan opened the tiny door the words tumbled him over in their desire to be free, and were seen flying across the city in the shape of doves."
"They sounded like intestines, only on the outside, and the men in the Bible were always having them cut off and not being able to go to church. Horrid."
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