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Real love is to offer your life at the feet of another.John Ajvide Lindqvist
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There was no one to be seen so she gave in freely to her sobs as she made her way home, pressed her arms against her stomach; the pain lodged in there like an ill-tempered fJohn Ajvide Lindqvist
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-there was something in her, something that was...pure horror. Everything you were supposed to watch out for. Heights, fire, shards of glass, snakes, Everything that his mom tried so hard to keep him safe from.John Ajvide Lindqvist
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What he was scared of was not that maybe she was a creature who survived by drinking other people's blood. No, it was that she might push him away.John Ajvide Lindqvist
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He couldn't have pulled back the lock, they couldn't simply have climbed over the sides of the stall in all of three seconds, because those weren't the rules of the game. Theirs was the intoxication of the hunter, his the terror of the prey. Once they had actually captured him the fun was over and the punishment more of a duty that had to be carried out. If he gave up too early there was a chance they would put more of their energy into the punishment instead of the hunt. .John Ajvide Lindqvist
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No respect for beauty — that was characteristic of today’s society. The works of the great masters were at most employed as ironic references, or used in advertising. Michelangelo’s ‘The Creation of Adam’, where you see a pair of jeans in place of the spark. The whole point of the picture, at least as he saw it, was that these two monumental bodies each came to an end in two index fingers that almost, but not quite, touched. There was a space between them a millimetre or so wide. And in this space — life. The sculptural size and richness of detail of this picture was simply a frame, a backdrop, to emphasise the crucial void in its centre. The point of emptiness that contained everything. And in its place a person had superimposed a pair of jeans.John Ajvide Lindqvist
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Eli snorted, her eyes narrowed.– Because I am like you.– What do you mean like me? I.Eli thrust her hand through the air as if she was holding a knife, said:– What are you looking at, idiot? Want to die, or something? – Stabbed the air with empty hand. – That what happens if you look at me. Oskar rubbed his lips together, dampening them.– What are you saying?– It's not me that's saying it. It's you. That was the first thing I heard you say. Down on the playground. Oskar remembered. The tree. The knife. How he had held up the blade of the knife like a mirror, seen Eli for the first time. .John Ajvide Lindqvist
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A broom that was almost never used was leaned up against the wall. He took it and started to sweep. Dust flew up his nose. When he had been sweeping for a while he realised he had no dustpan. He swept the pile of dust under the couch. Better to have a little shit in the corners than a clean hell. He flipped through the pages of a porno, put it back. Wound his scarf around his neck until his head felt like it was about to explode, released it. Got up and took a few steps on the rug. Sank to his knees, prayed to god. .John Ajvide Lindqvist
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He felt like normal. Filled with anxiety, dread, sure. But even that wasn't unusual...John Ajvide Lindqvist