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When you really know sombody you can't hate them. Or maybe it’s just that you can’t really know them until you stop hating them.
This is how humans are: We question all our beliefs, except for the ones that we really believe in, and those we never think to question.
I carry the seeds of death within me and plant them wherever I linger long enough to love.
"Twisted and perverse are the ways of the human mind," Jane intoned. "Pinocchio was such a dolt to try to become a real boy. He was much better off with a wooden head."
It's the most charming thing about humans. You are all so sure that the lesser animals are bleeding with envy because they didn't have the good fortune to be born Homo sapiens.