Disasterland.

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Living was simply a matter of waiting some forty or sixty years for death to come, trudging along through emptiness. That was why I studied so avidly: only books and ideas were able to hold their own; they alone seemed real to me.

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You can do anything you want. You don’t believe me. You think, she’s out of her head. Yeah, I’m out of my head- on being me. What are you on? On being them. You don’t even know. I bet you were never given a chance to know. ….Listen. You can be anything you want to be. Be careful. It’s a spell. It’s magic. Listen to the words…. You are anything… everyone, anyone. …You listen to them, teachers, parents, politicians. They’re always saying, if you steal you’re a thief, if you sleep around you’re a slut, if you take drugs you’re a junkie. They want to get inside your head and control you with their fear. …Don’t play their game. Nothing can touch you; you stay beautiful.

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I’ve told you before that I’m not nice. I’m very selfish. The thing is, you’ve become a little piece of me.

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If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.

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Life is occupied in both perpetuating itself and in surpassing itself; if all it does is maintain itself, then living is only not dying.