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One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound except the distant speaking of the voices I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six. ↗

— Dylan Thomas

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I am nothing but a corpse now, a body at the bottom of a well. ↗

— Orhan Pamuk

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I should probably start with the blood. ↗

— Robin Wasserman

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Die Welt ist gierig, und manchmal umschließen Nebel unsere Herzen, bis wir uns nicht einmal mehr daran erinnern können, wann unsere Träume zu sterben begannen. ↗

— Christoph Marzi

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It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn't know what I was doing in New York. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

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I recently forced myself to read a book on quantum physics, just to try and learn something new. I was confused by the middle of the first sentence and it all went downhill from there. The only thing I can remember learning is that a parallel universe can theoretically be contained on the head of a needle. I don't really know what that means, but I am now more careful handling needles. ↗

— Stephan Pastis

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It was hot, the night we burned Chrome. ↗

— William Gibson

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At last, the luminous match was struck and the day was lit. ↗

— Dorit Rabinyan

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I AM A COWARD. ↗

— Elizabeth Wein

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This is how it feels to die: It starts from outside and works its way in. ↗