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“You decide your fate. If you give up on this, you might as well retire from life and go on to Himalayas because if a man don't think he has a control over his life he's as good as dead.”

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“Slim says the mistake of all those old English writers and all those matinee movies is to suggest true love comes easy, that it waits on stars and planets and revolutions around the sun. Waits on fate. Dormant true love, there for everybody, just waiting to be found, erupting when the thread of existence collides with chance and the eyes of two lovers meet. Boom. From what I ve seen of it, true love is hard. Real romance has death in it. It has midnight shakes and flecks of shit across a bedsheet. True love like this dies if it has to wait for fate. True love like this asks lovers to cast aside what is meant to be and work with what is.”

“Think of it like this: people are kind of like books. On the outside, we might appear to be one thing, but on the inside, we are another. Some of us are fresh new books, recently published or in their prime of popularity. Some are big books, some small. There are old, worn out books that have been loved but are now falling apart. It’s about how you look at it. You may have been left on an old shelf collecting dust, but it’ll always be just until the next person comes around and decides they want it. Our books are never finished. We write ourselves a future, we decide our fate.”

“And it occurred to me that it had been, all along, about copies, nothing else. All of it, this entire flaming universe was about copying itself before it died, that’s all it was. And we were there in the middle of it, as blind to the machinery inside of us as we were deaf to the machinery of galaxies swirling in circles above us.”

“How easy and wonderful it is to live in happy days and how bitter and accursed it is in miserable days! Why can't people save up the one to soften the pain of the other? Why is there always a chasm between the two? Where were you, what games were you playing when your fate was being decided? Why did you let them chop off your wings, without thinking, just when you needed them most, when you need to fly and not crawl from disaster?”