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“Fear, to a great extent, is born of a story we tell ourselves...”
― Cheryl Strayed, Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail

“Steve sighed, wishing for a cigarette. “The Buddha teaches respect for all life.” “Oh.” She considered this. “Are you a Buddhist?” “No. I’m an asshole. But I keep trying.”
― Scott Hawkins, The Library at Mount Char

“I had given him a life not worth living, but I had also given him an iron will to live. This was a common combination on the planet Earth”
― Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions

“Steve looked through the scope. The house was quiet now. Thin trickles of smoke leaked from the windows. As he watched, Mrs McGillicutty staggered outside. She was bloody and dazed, but very much alive. “Hey, there’s the old lady! What’s that she’s holding?”
Carolyn took the scope and looked for herself, then handed it back. “Muffins. She’s got muffins.”
― Scott Hawkins, The Library at Mount Char