Because it may be fragile, but I think it’s also immortal. We

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Movies, after all, are only an illusion of motion comprised of thousands of still photographs. The imagination, however, moves with its own tidal flow.

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When there’s no more room in hell, this artifact said, the dead will walk the earth.

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If being a grown-up really meant knowing better, why did his father go on smoking three packs of unfiltered cigarettes a day?

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He was a poet who sometimes taught Free University classes or travelled in the western states of Utah, Nevada, and Arizona, speaking to high school English classes, stunning middle-class boys and girls (he hoped) with the news that poetry was alive-narcoleptic, to be sure, but still possessed of a certain hideous vitality.

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Kill him, you must kill him Jacky, and her, too. Because a real artist must suffer. Because each man kills the thing he loves.

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It’s a little place on the Pacific Ocean. You know what the Mexicans say about the Pacific? They say it has no memory. That’s where I want to live the rest of my life. A warm place with no memory.

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