I feel like I'm standing in the middle of a crowded room, screaming at the top of my lungs, and no one even looks up.
The best moments in reading are when you come across something — a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things — that you'd thought special, particular to you. And here it is, set down by someone else, a person you've never met, maybe even someone long dead. And it's as if a hand has come out, and taken yours.
I sense...space. A kinda latitude of what we happily call reality, in which, as everybody keeps saying... anything's possible.
Do people have to kill each other to — give them a heightened sense of life?
Let me tell you something, fellas. It doesn't matter what the calendar says, you're as old as you feel. Me, I feel... like... boiled crap.
Now, just now, this instant, while you're here with me, you’re alive. A moment ago you weren't anything.
Upside down...
Upside down,
Boy, you turn me
Inside out
And round and round
Upside down
Boy, you turn me
Inside out
And round and round...
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