My life is a crystal teardrop. There are snowflakes falling in the teardrop and little figures trudging around in slow motion. If I were to look into the teardrop for the next million years, I might never find out who the people are, and what they are doing.

They fuck you up, your mum and dad? No, that wasn't it at all. Well, they did do that, perhaps, but they also allowed you to become the person, and the writer, that you had it in you to be.

El viaje transcurrió sin el menor incidente. El Cohete Azul del Pacífico llegó a Nueva Orleáns con dos minutos y medio de anticipación,

Written By Aldous Huxley

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