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Do you know why books such as this are so important? Because they have quality. And what does the word quality mean? To me it means texture. This book...more

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Everyone must leave something behind when he dies . . . Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die . . . It do...more

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Ask for no guarantees, ask for no security, there never was such an animal. And if there were, it would be related to the great sloth which hangs upsi...more

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Mr. Montag, you are looking at a coward. I saw the way things were going a long time back. I said nothing. I am one of the innocents who could have sp...more

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Every time you take a step, even when you don't want to. . . . When it hurts, when it means you rub chins with death, or even if it means dying, that'...more

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Sunsets are loved because they vanish.Flowers are loved because they go.The dogs of the field and the cats of the kitchen are loved because soon they ...more

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She knew a thing she should have known all along: that dead people are like wax memory-you take them in your mind, you shape and squeeze them, push a ...more

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Too late, I found you can't wait to become perfect, you got to go out and fall down and get up with everybody else.

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Death doesn't exist. It never did, it never will. But we've drawn so many pictures of it, so many years, trying to pin it down, comprehend it, we've g...more

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The father hesitated only a moment. He felt the vague pain in his chest. If I run, he thought, what will happen? Is Death important? No. Everything th...more

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Dad, will they ever come back?""No. And yes." Dad tucked away his harmonica. "No not them. But yes, other people like them. Not in a carnival. God kno...more

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That's life for you," said MacDunn. "Someone always waiting for someone who never comes home. Always someone loving some thing more than that thing lo...more

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When you reach the stars, boy, yes, and live there forever, all the fears will go, and Death himself will die.

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I've always figured it that you die each day and each day is a box, you see, all numbered and neat; but never go back and lift the lids, because you'v...more

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How talented was death. How many expressions and manipulations of hand, face, body, no two alike.