June 2012
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Something inside me had dropped away, and nothing came in to fill the empty...
– Haruki Murakami
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Mind you, sometimes the angels smoke, hiding it with their sleeves, and when the...
– Vladimir Nabokov
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Death doesn’t exist. It never did, it never will. But we’ve drawn so many...
– Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes
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