Mourn for the living, the dead have got their camphor gardens.
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He had been reborn into the knowledge of death; and the inescapability of change, of things-never-the-same, of no-way-back, made him afraid. When you ...
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Our lives teach us who we are." I have learned the hard way that when you permit anyone else's description of reality to supplant your own ... then yo...
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This is what loss was, what death was: an escape into the luminous wave-forms, into the ineffable speed of the light-years and the parsecs, the eterna...
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Study history, Alleluia. In this century history stopped paying attention to the old psychological orientation of reality. I mean, these days, charact...
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He knew that his father had finally run hard enough and long enough to wear down the frontiers between the worlds, he had run clear out of his skin an...
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In this century history stopped paying attention to the old psychological orientation of reality. I mean, these days, character isn't destiny any more...
