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“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

“In a world like this one, only the random makes sense.”
― Libba Bray, Going Bovine

“She never utters a sound even when she's crying, and that makes me a little sad. Doesn't seem right. When you cry, people should hear you. The world should stop.”
― Libba Bray, Going Bovine

“The town was paper, but the memories were not.”
― John Green, Paper Towns