“ You can only be jealous of someone who has something you think you ought to have yourself. ”
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“ In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt. ”
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“ Oppression involves a failure of the imagination: the failure to imagine the full humanity of other human beings. ”
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“ I hope that people will finally come to realize that there is only one ‘race’ – the human race – and that we are all members of it. ”
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“ Every aspect of human technology has a dark side, including the bow and arrow. ”
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“ Ignoring isn’t the same as ignorance, you have to work at it. ”
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“ Oppression involves a failure of the imagination: the failure to imagine the full humanity of other human beings. ”
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“ In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt. ”
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“ In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt. ”
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“ I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary. ”
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“ Falling in love, we said; I fell for him. We were falling women. We believed in it, this downward motion: so lovely, like flying, and yet at the same time so dire, so extreme, so unlikely. God is love, they once said, but we reversed that, and love, like heaven, was always just around the corner. The more difficult it was to love the particular man beside us, the more we believed in Love, abstract and total. We were waiting, always, for the incarnation. That word, made flesh. And sometimes it happened, for a time. That kind of love comes and goes and is hard to remember afterwards, like pain. You would look at the man one day and you would think, I loved you, and the tense would be past, and you would be filled with a sense of wonder, because it was such an amazing and precarious and dumb thing to have done; and you would know too why your friends had been evasive about it, at the time. There is a good deal of comfort, now, in remembering this. ”
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“ How could I be sleeping with this particular man.... Surely only true love could justify my lack of taste. ”
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“ Hatred would have been easier. With hatred, I would have known what to do. Hatred is clear, metallic, onehanded, unwavering; unlike love. ”
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“ A truth should exist, it should not be used like this. If I love you is that a fact or a weapon? ”
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“ Love blurs your vision; but after it recedes, you can see more clearly than ever. It's like the tide going out, revealing whatever's been thrown away and sunk: broken bottles, old gloves, rusting pop cans, nibbled fishbodies, bones. This is the kind of thing you see if you sit in the darkness with open eyes, not knowing the future. The ruin you've made. ”
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“ She imagines him imagining her. This is her salvation. In spirit she walks the city, traces its labyrinths, its dingy mazes: each assignation, each rendezvous, each door and stair and bed. What he said, what she said, what they did, what they did then. Even the times they argued, fought, parted, agonized, rejoined. How they’d loved to cut themselves on each other, taste their own blood. We were ruinous together, she thinks. But how else can we live, these days, except in the midst of ruin? ”
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“ How could I have been so ignorant? she thinks. So stupid, so unseeing, so given over to carelessness. But without such ignorance, such carelessness, how could we live? If you knew what was going to happen, if you knew everything that was going to happen next—if you knew in advance the consequences of your own actions—you'd be doomed. You'd be as ruined as God. You'd be a stone. You'd never eat or drink or laugh or get out of bed in the morning. You'd never love anyone, ever again. You'd never dare to. ”
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“ The Eskimo has fiftynames for snow because it is important to them; there ought to be as many for love. ”
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“ This is how the girl who couldn't speak and the man who couldn't see fell in love. ”
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