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Art is something you choose to make... it's a bringing together of... of everything around you into something that makes you more human, more khepri, whatever. More of a person.Unknown
2
The choice not to have sex, not to be hurt. The choice not to risk pregnancy. And then... what if she had become pregnant? The choice not to abort? The choice not to have a child?Unknown
3
Shadows fell on them like predators as the light went out.Unknown
4
A sense of wrongness, of fraught unease, as if long nails scraped the surface of the moon, raising the hackles of the soul.Unknown
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The point is that you are an individual inasmuch as you exist in a social matrix of others who respect your individuality and your right to make choices. That's concrete individuality: an individuality that it owes its existence to a kind of communal respect on the part of all the other individualities, and that it had better therefore respect them similarly.Unknown
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She was intelligent enough to realize that her excitement was childish, but not mature enough to care.Unknown
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The summer stretched out the daylight as if on a rack. Each moment was drawn out until its anatomy collapsed. Time broke down. The day progressed in an endless sequence of dead moments.Unknown