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  • Jonathan Livingston Seagull... 478

    “Most gulls don’t bother to learn more than the simplest facts of flight— how to get from shore to food and back again.  For most gulls, it is not flying that matters, but eating.  For this gull, though, it was not eating that mattered, but flight.  More than anything else, Jonathan Livingston Seagull loved to fly.  This kind of thinking, he found, is not the way to make one’s self popular with other birds.  Even his parents were dismayed as Jonathan sp

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  • Very Far Away from Anywhere Else... 472

    And I needed a rock.  Something to hold onto,  to stand on.  Something solid.  Because everything was going soft,  turning into mush,  into marsh,   into fog.  Fog closing in on all sides.  I didn't know where I was at all...

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  • Silent Spring... 421

    Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature -- the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter. ― Rachel Carson, Silent Spring Rachel Louise Carson (May 27, 1907 – April 14, 1964) was an American marine biologist and conservationist whose book Silent

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  • Decor A7TV... 499

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  • Journey to the End of the Night... 434

    The worst part is wondering how you’ll find the strength tomorrow,  to go on doing what you did today and have been doing for much too long,  where you’ll find the strength for all that stupid running around,  those projects that come to nothing,  those attempts to escape from crushing necessity,  which always founder and serve only to convince you one more time that destiny is implacable,  that every night will find you down and out,  crushed

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  • Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World... 401

    Once, when I was younger, I thought I could be someone else.  I'd move to Casablanca, open a bar, and I'd meet Ingrid Bergman.  Or more realistically - whether actually more realistic or not - I'd tune in on a better life, something more suited to my true self.  Toward that end, I had to undergo training.  I read The Greening of America, and I saw Easy Rider three times.  But like a boat with a twisted rud

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  • Chuck Berry Tribute... 412

    Chuck Berry, who with his indelible guitar licks, brash self-confidence and memorable songs about cars, girls and wild dance parties did as much as anyone to define rock ’n’ roll’s potential and attitude in its early years, died on Saturday. He was 90. While Elvis Presley was rock’s first pop star and teenage heartthrob, Mr. Berry was its master theorist and conceptual genius, the songwriter who understo

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  • What To Say When You Talk To Your Self... 379

    After examining the philosophies, the theories, and the practiced methods of influencing human behavior, I was shocked to learn the simplicity of that one small fact: You will become what you think about most; your success or failure in anything, large or small, will depend on your programming - what you accept from others, and what you say when you talk to yourself.It is no longer a success theory;

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  • The Museum of Innocence... 391

    “In fact no one recognizes the happiest moment of their lives as they are living it.  It may well be that, in a moment of joy,  one might sincerely believe that they are living that golden instant "now,"  even having lived such a moment before, but whatever they say,  in one part of their hearts  they still believe in the certainty of a happier moment to come.  Because how could anyone,  and particularly anyone who is still young,  carry on with the belief that eve

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  • Pantof Stiletto - A List Magazine... 511

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  • Almost Transparent Blue... 421

    “When I went on anyway, my body began to grow cold, and I thought I was dead. Face pale, my dead self sat down on a bench and began to turn toward my real self, who was watching this hallucination on the screen of the night. My dead self came nearer, just as if it might want to shake hands with my real self. That's when I panicked and tried to run. But my dead self pursued me and finally caught me, entered me and controlled me. I'd felt then just the way I felt now. I felt as if a hole had opened in my head from which consciousness

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  • THEODOR AMAN MUSEUM... 373

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  • Litere volumetrice - din atelier... 537

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  • The Invention of Everything Else... 360

    “Wait," I say.  "I think you're mistaken. Saying there is no dream is the same as saying everything is a dream. Isn't it? Everyone's a dreamer?  Extraordinary things happen all the time even when we're awake.  What I meant to suggest to you, if indeed that was me in your dream doing the suggesting,  is that there is only one world.  This one.  The dream is real.  The ordinary is the wonderful.  The wonderful is the ordi

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  • Aleph... 417

    “A man sets out to draw the world.  As the years go by, he peoples a space with images of provinces,  kingdoms, mountains, bays, ships, islands, fishes, rooms, instruments, stars, horses, and individuals.  A short time before he dies,  he discovers that the patient labyrinth of lines  traces  the lineaments of his own face.” ― Jorge Luis Borges, The Aleph and Other Stories

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