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"His was a great sin who first invented consciousness. Let us lose it for a few hours."
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"Analysis does not transform consciousness."
"I used to wake up at 4 A.M. and start sneezing, sometimes for five hours. I tried to find out what sort of allergy I had but finally came to the conclusion that it must be an allergy to consciousness."
"It's from our sufferings that we form our consciousness."
"The Universe is alive, conscious, and aware."
"The only way to give finality to the world is to give it consciousness."
"A book, like a landscape, is a state of consciousness varying with readers."
"And if I can take part in it by transforming my own consciousness, then someone else's, I'm happy to do it."
"There are other beings live in between interval rhythms of our consciousness."
"This was his mind, a storehouse, a computer programmed to life, minute by minute, hour by hour, day and night."
"Without needing to be theoretically instructed, consciousness quickly realizes that it is the site of variously contending discourses."
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"Its vanished trees, the trees that had made way for Gatsby's house, had once pandered in whispers to the last and greatest of all human dreams; for a transitory enchanted moment man must have held his breath in the presence of this continent, compelled into an aesthetic contemplation he neither understood nor desired, face to face for the last time in history with something commensurate to his capacity for wonder."
"Her fine high forehead sloped gently up to where her hair, bordering it like an armorial shield, burst into lovelocks and waves and curlicues of ash blonde and gold. Her eyes were bright, big, clear, wet and shining, the colour of her cheeks was real, breaking close to the surface from the strong young pump of her heart. Her body hovered delicately on the last edge of childhood -- she was almost eighteen, nearly complete, but the dew was still on her."
"There was not a moving up into vacated places, there was simply an anachronistic staying on between a vanishing past and an incalculable future."
"Only Gatsby, the man who gives his name to this book, was exempt from my reaction -- Gatsby, who represented everything for which I have an unaffected scorn ... No -- Gatsby turned out all right in the end; it was what prayed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and the short-winded elations of men."
"Each night when she prepared for bed she smeared her face with some new unguent which she hoped illogically would give back the glow and freshness to her vanishing beauty."
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