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"Ain't you thinkin' what's it gonna be like when we get there? Ain't you scared it won't be nice like we thought?No, she said quickly. No, I ain't. You can't do that. I can't do that. It's too much - livin' too many lives. Up ahead they's a thousan' lives we might live, but when it comes, it'll on'y be one."
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"If the whole universe has no meaning, we should never have found out that it has no meaning: just as, if there were no light in the universe and therefore no creatures with eyes, we should never know it was dark. Dark would be without meaning."
"Existence really is an imperfect tense that never becomes a present."
"I am alive because you want me to."
"Life before consciousness was like blank paper, so be it."
"The massive lump of flesh that has created you, me, and maybe, animals, everything that has life will forever live."
"The good life is that which succeeds in existing for the moment, without reference to past or future, without condemnation or selection, in a state of absolute lightness, and in the finished conviction that there is no difference therefore between the instant and eternity."
"I believe in one that all people are dreaming. This now, past and future is just a long dream, some people wake up by dieing, other by suicide everything is about a choice. But the people which are dead in our world, there aren't dead in the other they are still alive and watching us and they are smiling at us and they want we to make our choice. To think then to do it!"
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"The design of a book is the pattern of a reality controlled and shaped by the mind of a writer."
"And the women who had thought they wanted dresses never realized that what they had wanted was happiness."
"The mountains of things we throw away are much greater than the things we use. In this, if no other way, we can see the wild an reckless exuberance of our production, and waste seems to be the index."
"I have owed you this letter for a very long time-but my fingers have avoided the pencil as though it were an old and poisoned tool."
"Four hoarse blasts of a ship's whistle still raise the hair on my neck and set my feet to tapping."
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