Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Marabou Stork Nightmares by Irvine Welsh, r. Nov. 2012

p. 16 Can I feel her touch, or do I just think I can? Did I really hear my parents or was it all my imagination? I know not and care less. All I have is the data I get. I don't care whether it's produced by my senses or my memory or my imagination. Where it comes from is less important than the fact that it is. The only reality is the images and texts.
p. 228 You only live twice 
Or so it seems
One life for yourself
And one for your dreams...
This dream is for you
So pay the price
Make one dream come true
You only live twice

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