...it occurred to me that perhaps in this city the crowd was essential to the individual; without it, he had nothing against which to scrape his anger, no echo for grief, and not the slightest proof that there were others more lonely than he. it was just a passing thought.

I passed up a lot of work &#39;cause a lot of movies that may be out there right now I passed em up because there may have been a lot of cussin&#39; in &#39;em.

Sometimes, just sitting alone and watching the sunset while remembering someone special gives happiness.

I mean, who wants to be the fucking goddess of macrame?

Written By Neal Stephenson

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