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Kneecaps only exist to get hit with claw-hammers grace only exists to be fallen from.

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Glen Duncan
Age: 59
Born: 1965
Born: October 17
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Glen A. Duncan
Saul Black
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My mother once told me she thought hell would be nothing more than being given a glimpse of God--then having it taken away, forever.
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This is love: You stop bothering about the universal, the general, get sucked instead into the local and particular: When will I see her again? What shall we do today? Do you like these shoes? Theory and reflection are delicate old uncles bustled out of the way by the boisterous nephews action and desire. Themes evaporate, only plot remains.
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Literature is humanity's broad-minded alter-ego, with room in its heart for monsters, even for you. It's humanity without the judgement.
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That's the problem with being alive ... You've got to keep thinking of what to do.
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I'm in love, truly, madly, deeply in love with perception.
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Life is nothing but a statement of what happens to be.
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You love life because life's all there is.
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