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If only [there] really was a door and [you] could walk through it into another life, where threads didn't snarl and stitches didn't go all tight and tiny. Where people loved you and didn't leave you for someone else.
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If I run or breathe too deep, the cheap stitches holding me together will snap, and all the stickiness inside will pour out and burn through the concrete.
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The next day, she was silent. For breakfast, she murdered an onion and served it raw.
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There's no committee that says, 'This is the type of person who can change the world - and you can't.' Realizing that anyone can do it is the first step. The next step is figuring out how you're going to do it.
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He's smaller than me, did you see him? He looked like a noodle next to me.
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Next to the virtue, the fun in this world is what we can least spare.
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Since fame is an illusion and death is in our future all we have is the next moment before we are swallowed into oblivion.
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Sometimes there is no next time, no time-outs, no second chances. Sometimes it’s now or never.
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First you learn to drive fast. Next, you learn to drive fast in traffic. Then, you learn how to do it for 500 miles.
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The Pope? How many divisions has he got?
