Monday, February 25, 2008
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Fiction plucks from within us our deepest fears and hopes then shows them to us in rough disguise: the monster and the rocket.
When you understand that what you're telling is just a story. It isn't happening anymore. When you realise the story you're telling is just words, when you can just crumble it up and throw your past in the trashcan, then we'll figure out who you're going to be.
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