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Just a Thought
“I was confident that I was a special person. But time slowly chips away at life. People don’t just die when their time comes. They gradually die away, from the inside. And finally the day comes when you have to settle accounts. Nobody can escape it. People have to pay the price for what they’ve received. I have only just learned that truth.”
—Haruki Murakmi/1Q84
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“Why crossroads?” I say.
He sounds a little surprised at my ignorance. “Crossroads are where the paths of life meet, where life changes. In their case, it changes to death. That is where my uncle meets them once the forty days have passed.”
—Tea Obreht/The Tiger’s Wife
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Ashes billow up around me, and I pull the hem of my shirt up over my mouth. It’s not wondering what I breathe in, but who, that threatens to choke me.
—Suzanne Collins/Mockingjay
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She hid in the shadows and watched the man on the slide. The pistol against her back was as hard and cold as death, and the feeling soothed her.
—Haruki Murakami/1Q84
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District Twelve. Where you can starve to death in safety
—Suzanne Collins/The Hunger Games
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Love and Other Drugs
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Tagged commitment, death, drugs, fear, love, Me vs. The Queue, medicine, my friends think I need to see more chick flicks, sales, sex, sexy
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So, she thought dully, this is how my brilliant life ends, before it has really properly begun. I am to be a superior kind of dog food.
—Lyn Gardner/Into the Woods
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They say that war is death’s best friend, but I must offer you a different point of view on that one. To me, war is like the new boss who expects the impossible. He stands over your shoulder repeating one thing, incessantly: “Get it done, get it done.” So you work harder. You get the job done. The boss, however, does not thank you. He asks for more.
—Mark Zusak/The Book Thief
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I want to break out — to leave this cycle of infection and death. I want to be taken in love: so taken that you and I, and death, and life, will be gathered inseparable, into the radiance of what we would become…
—Thomas Pynchon
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