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If You Really Could Fit God In A File, You Wouldn't Need To Believe In God, You Know, You'd Just Go Get The File Like A Box Of Corn Flakes Off The Shelf.

With Endless Time, Nothing Is Special. With No Loss Or Sacrifice, We Can’t Appreciate What We Have

The Pain We Suffer Is A Way To Make Us Appreciate What Comes Next.

He Never Spoke Of That Night Again, Not To Your Mother, Not To Anyone Else. He Was Ashamed For Her, For Mickey, For Himself. In The Hospital, He Stopped Speaking Altogether. Silence Was His Escape, But Silence Is Rarely A Refuge. His Thoughts Still Haunted Him.' ~pg 139

The Basis Of Everything, Of All Knowledge, Is The Ability To Read.