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"Do what you will, this world's a fiction and is made up of contradiction."
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"The trouble ain't that there is too many fools, but that the lightning ain't distributed right."
"Oh no, real life is escape. The great terrors, the horrors--we hope--of your life come from reading fiction."
"Seeing's believing but feeling's the truth."
"The more you look, the less you see."
"Remarkable, really, the lengths to which humans will go to fit things into their version of reality."
"But even though she was attractive, there was something else about her that caught his eye. She was intelligent, he could sense that right away, and confident, too, as if she were able to move through life on her own terms. To him, these were the things that really mattered. Without them, beauty was nothing."
"Many people, meeting Aziraphale for the first time, formed three impressions: that he was English, that he was intelligent, and that he was gayer than a treeful of monkeys on nitrous oxide."
"An ant can't define shape of an elephant solely from its' point of view.They have to unify all views. It's a way for ant to understand elephant.In order to understand true realities, men need to do mental blending."
"It is commonly seen by experience that excellent memories do often accompany weak judgements."
"If you think people in your life are normal, then you undoubtedly have not spent any time getting to know the abnormal side of them."
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"But to go to school in a summer morn,O! It drives all joy away;Under a cruel eye outworn,The little ones spend the dayIn sighing and dismay."
"I wander through each chartered street,Near where the chartered Thames does flow;A mark in every face I meet,Marks of weakness, marks of woe.In every cry of every man,In every infant's cry of fear,In every voice, in every ban,The mind-forged manacles I hear:How the chimney-sweeper's cryEvery blackening church appals,And the hapless soldier's sighRuns in blood down palace-walls.But most, through midnight streets I hearHow the youthful harlot's curseBlasts the new-born infant's tear,And blights with plagues the marriage-hearse."
"How can the bird that is born for joySit in a cage and sing?How can a child, when fears annoy,But droop his tender wing,And forget his youthful spring?"
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