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He Despised His Body For Its Boring Hungers, Reflex Anger; Its Petty, Obliterating Rage. But Now He'd Become Detached. He Regarded His Body With A Tender Regret. It Was The Thing His Spirit Had To Haul.

I Feel Myself Becoming Less A Person Than A Place, Inhabited, A Foreign Land.

What Men Call Adventures Usually Consist Of The Stoical Endurance Of Appalling Daily Misery.

The Length Of Sky Is Just About The Size Of My Ignorance. Pure And Wide.

I Think One Of The Most Fertile, Unexplored Areas For Poets And Fiction Writers Is The World Of Science. I Become Overwhelmed By The Science World.