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“Our greatest creation is our selves. The way we cultivate our appearance and behavior. And nowhere is our artwork more apparent than in our own minds. They way we each have an idea of self. The one perfect self we've chosen by rejecting all other options.”

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Book:The Invention of Sound
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The Invention of Sound

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Chuck Palahniuk
Chuck Palahniuk

Chuck Palahniuk is a renowned American novelist known for his distinctive narrative style and profound psychological portrayals. His works often delve into the dark side of human nature and the absurdity of society, with notable titles including 'Fight Club' and 'Choke'. more

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