You're painfully alive in a drugged and dying culture.

You're painfully alive in a drugged and dying culture.

In avoiding specific goals he had avoided specific limitations. For the time being the world, life itself, could be his chosen field.

Being alone has nothing to do with how many people are around.

...you found you were saying yes when you meant no, and “We’ve got to be together in this thing” when you meant the very opposite ... and then you were face to face, in total darkness, with the knowledge that you didn’t know who you were. And how could anyone else be blamed for that?

He found it so easy and so pleasant to cry that he didn’t try to stop for a while, until he realized he was forcing his sobs a little, exaggerating their depth with unnecessary shudders. … The whole point of crying is to quit before you coined it up. The whole point of grief itself was to cut it out while it was still honest, while it still meant something. Because the thing was so easily corrupted

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