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"Fuck you," whispers Slothrop. It's the only spell he knows, and a pretty good all-purpose one at that.

"As for me, I do have some problems. One of my problems is that when I sit down to write, I do not write about flying pink ponies. My stories do not come to me through telepathy, as the new fabulist says her stories come directly to her. 'They appear on my forehead and I read them in the mirror,' she told me, her eyes brimming with tears."

"'It's true,' Vanya now, 'look at the forms of capitalist expression. Pornographies: pornographies of love, erotic love, Christian love, boy-and-his-dog, pornographies of sunsets, pornographies of killing, and pornographies of deduction--ahh, that sigh when we guess the murderer--all these novels, these films and songs they lull us with, they're approaches, more comfortable and less so, to that Absolute Comfort.'"

I'm going for it. #yolo

"What is brilliance, I wonder? The refusal to accept an end?"

He will drape a necklace over her doorknob. He will slide a dried feather into her dresser drawer...he wants Francis to step into her own bedroom each day in a state of awe, of expectation. He will leave talismans for her so that she won't be afraid she will be lost. He will leave her bright things she can touch like prayer. He will drop breadcrumbs to lead his sister out into the wide-awake world.