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"The unhappiest people I know, romantically speaking, are the ones who like pop music the most; and I don't know whether pop music has caused this unhappiness, but I do know that they've been listening to the sad songs longer than they've been living the unhappy lives."
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"Sentimentality is the emotional promiscuity of those who have no sentiment."
"And if I have a strong point, it's that I like to believe it's not cheap or schmaltzy sentimentality."
"The unhappiest people I know, romantically speaking, are the ones who like pop music the most; and I don't know whether pop music has caused this unhappiness, but I do know that they've been listening to the sad songs longer than they've been living the unhappy lives."
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"You had to live in your own bubble. You couldn't force your way into someone else's, because then it wouldn't be a bubble any more."
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