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Taken together the Internet reads like the grandest character-driven novel humanity has ever known. Not much plot though.

The Intellectual Transcending Equation In Life:Occurrence Plus Perception Minus MaterialisticReasoning Divided By Nothing Equals SpiritualProgression, With A Remainder Of Blessings.

They aren't capable of doing this... look their thoughts, look how they run, look their faces... So far this tells everything about them,...(Salem's Lot)

Alive, and one. We are one, and while we love, death will never touch us. 'The grave's a fine and private place/ but none, I think, do there embrace.

When the going gets tough, the tough gets going.

It flashed as a guiding light whilstDuran was lost in his dreams

Her face was the best of Raquel Welch and Christy Brinkley combined. All atop a curvaceous body that would make Rubens drop his paintbrush."-Adam W. Jones, Fate Ball

Ladies sheltering behind men, men sheltering behind servants - the whole system's wrong, and she must challenge it.

If you need philosophy and you're waiting on the gas chamber, stick to Socrates. At least he had a sense of humor.

Perhaps the whole of life is a continuousinterconnecting of miracle,but we don't always realise it.

You taste injustice, even if it__ fictional, really taste it,it has a way of doing that. Sometimes, you can never put the shoe on the other foot. We can__ go back in time and know what it was like to be a black person then. Even today, when things are supposed to be so much better, not one of you can understand what it__ like to be black, to live with the knowledge of what happened to your ancestry and still face injustice. But that book makes us taste it and, reading it, we know how bitter that taste is and we know we don__ like it. But that bitter wakes you up, and when you wake up, you open your mind to things in this world, you make yourself think. Then you__l decide you don__ like the taste of injustice, not for you and not for anyone, and you__l understand that even though all the battles can__ be won, that doesn__ mean you won__ fight.

Andrew closed his eyes for a moment, breathing in the memories of that night as the rest of the world moved on around him. He realized that even after all this time he hadn__ forgotten the smile she seemed to have patented, the light blue tank top she wore so well, or the way she had laughed when he accidentally spilled an entire can of Mountain Dew on the carpet she__ spent hours steam cleaning. And although he hadn__ kissed Cooper McKay that night, or even held her hand, he could still remember the feeling of finding out that love at first sight did truly exist.

And so there was a fundamental scepticism about the ability of any institution, even one like the novel, to tell us anything true.

In her past were sweet passages, in her future rosy hopes.

You certainly remember this scene from dozens of films: a boy and a girl are running hand in hand in a beautiful spring (or summer) landscape. Running, running, running and laughing. By laughing the two runners are proclaiming to the whole world, to audiences in all the movie theaters: "We're happy, we're glad to be in the world, we're in agreement with being!" It's a silly scene, a cliche, but it expresses a basic human attitude: serious laughter, laughter "beyond joking."All churches, all underwear manufacturers, all generals, all political parties, are in agreement about that kind of laughter, and all of them rush to put the image of the two laughing runners on the billboards advertising their religion, their products, their ideology, their nation, their sex, their dishwashing powder.

A fugitive on the run with a plan for the future is the definition of hubris.

Talking about ideas for a novel is a bit like showing pictures of the ultrasound if you're pregnant. Until they're out in the world, they can only be wonderful to you.

The men were smashing windows and aiming their weapons through them. The driver had opened the door and was shouting for the women and children to get out and run and hide. But Ilina realized in some vague way that he never managed to actually say the word "hide." He really said, "Women and children, get out, get out, get out! Run and..." The clerk's wife thought it was odd that he had stopped in the middle of a sentence, and even stranger that she herself knew the word, heard the word "hide" in her head when the driver stopped talking.