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“I just realized he was phrasing all of his questions as statements. Wasn’t there a character in Alice in Wonderland who did that? Did Alice punch him in the face?”
― This Book Is Full of Spiders: Seriously, Dude, Don’t Touch It
― This Book Is Full of Spiders: Seriously, Dude, Don’t Touch It
“Explanation is a luxury we can't afford these days, and reality doesn't care for it, being far too busy following its own unknowable course.”
― Tales From the Inner City
― Tales From the Inner City
“How much do I love our family? This much. When any kind of emergency strikes, good or bad, we snap together like parts in a machine, like a submarine crew at war in the tin-can clutter of our home, none of the usual debate, character assassination, woeful monologues, and turgid hand-wringing. I've learned to love crises for this reason, how they make us pull together and forget our separateness and sadness; this was the second great gift of the moonfish.”
― Tales from the Inner City
― Tales from the Inner City
“He makes me wonder what damage I could do with them, how badly I could hurt someone if I hit them with a story.”
― The Singing Bones
― The Singing Bones
“And, once again, the bears showed us.
There they were, God help us, the Ledgers of the Earth, written in clouds and glaciers and sediments, tallied in the colours of the sun and the moon as light passed through the millennial sap of every living thing, and we looked upon it all with dread. Ours was not the only fiscal system in the world, it turned out. And worse, our debt was severe beyond reckoning. And worse than worse, all the capital we had accrued throughout history was a collective figment of the human imagination: every asset, stock and dollar. We owned nothing. The bears asked us to relinquish our hold on all that never belonged to us in the first place.
Well, this we simply could not do.
So we shot the bears.”
― Tales from the Inner City
There they were, God help us, the Ledgers of the Earth, written in clouds and glaciers and sediments, tallied in the colours of the sun and the moon as light passed through the millennial sap of every living thing, and we looked upon it all with dread. Ours was not the only fiscal system in the world, it turned out. And worse, our debt was severe beyond reckoning. And worse than worse, all the capital we had accrued throughout history was a collective figment of the human imagination: every asset, stock and dollar. We owned nothing. The bears asked us to relinquish our hold on all that never belonged to us in the first place.
Well, this we simply could not do.
So we shot the bears.”
― Tales from the Inner City
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