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Delirium is the youngest of the endless.
She smells of sweat, sour wines, late nights, old leather.
Her realm is close, and can be visited; however, human minds were not made to comprehend her domain, and those few who have made the journey have been incapable of reporting back more than tiniest pieces.
The poet Coleridge claimed to have known her intimately, but the man was an inveterate liar, and in this, as in so much, we must doubt his word.

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Oh just shut up and let me finish. You can shout at me afterwards.

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Sometimes we can choose the path we follow. Sometimes our choices are made for us.
And sometimes we have no choice at all.

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Perhaps this is the ultimate freedom, eh, Dreamlord? The freedom to leave.

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– Is there anything we can do?
– Of course, my darling! We can wait.

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Writers are liars my dear, surely you know that by now?

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Dreams shape the world.

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But he did not understand the price. Mortals never do. They only see the prize, their heart's desire, their dream... But the price of getting what you want, is getting what you what you once wanted.

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Things need not have happened to be true. Tales and dreams are the shadow-truths that will endure when mere facts are dust and ashes, and forgot.

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I'm not blessed, or merciful. I'm just me. I've got a job to do, and I do it. Listen: even as we're talking, I'm there for old and young, innocent and guilty, those who die together and those who die alone. I'm in cars and boats and planes; in hospitals and forests and abbatoirs. For some folks death is a release, and for others death is an abomination, a terrible thing. But in the end, I'm there for all of them.

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I never knew so many people found my conversation so enjoyable. People keep calling me or dropping in on me as if they actually felt I was someone with a modicum of skill in making human organism feel pleasant in my company. This wouldn't be so bad if I weren't so busy, and especially if didn't find mostly all of these people so repellant. It's like having your bodily waste crawl back up the sewage pipes to tell you how much it still wants to be in your bowels.

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I'm unpredictable as the nervous park squirrel!

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I hope you ejoyed this fine comic masterpiece. If you did not enjoy it, they will stick the tubes into my head to find out why I failed.

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You think that if you stop doing something that defined you as a person, that maybe, you cease to be that person?

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– It seems I must murder your family.
– I already did, just to spite you.

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It was true. I knew it was true, even if mom didn't see it. But this kind of things doesn't happen to you, right? It happens to other people.

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– Who are you?
– Names, names, names... Each name is but a single aspect of the whole.

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They are normal. Terrifyingly, appallingly normal–like they've gone through normal and come out the other side. The Stepford Yuppies.

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And why couldn't anyone have let us know? I mean, I would have liked the option to refuse to go to his funeral.

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I'm older. I've been up, and been down, and been up again.
Have I learned ought? I've learned from my mistakes, but I've had more time to commit more mistakes.

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Dear mister or missuz God.
Hi. Umm... I heard some people talking about you on television... So... I thougt, maybe, you could help me. Umm... I have some money.

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-- I'm glad you showed up, Shmee. You make all the bad things go away.
-- Go away? Oh, little man, you're a little off on that one. See, I don't get rid of all those nigtmare things... I absorb them. Just think of me as your own personal trauma-sponge.

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Honey, if your brain is what made you dress like this, it's the last thing you should bother protecting.

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I am in Los Angeles. I cannot remember being quite so unhappy geographically since that one time I was on Mars and the mask of my space suit cracked and my head imploded.

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Twitching crackbaby! This is just awful! I need a break. Maybe take a walk or fire a deathray at the earth. Yeah, I think I'll do the deathray thing.

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I don't kill people.
Perhaps, it's just another inhibition to do away with. Perhaps not. There's really no way of telling. It's possible I've just never been able to well up so much interest in any person to care enough to end their life.

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Let's be brave, Shmee. We have to protect Mommy and Daddy.
Huh?
No, you're wrong, Shmee. They aren't bad people. They love me. They don't really mean it when they tell me to get kidnapped.

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Any pile of stuned growth unaware that entertainment is just that and nothing more, deserves to doom themselves to some dank cell, somewhere, for having been so stupid! Movies, books, T.V.--they're all just entertainment, not guidebooks for damning yourself!

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Actualy, I can't say that I hate very many people specifically: so few seem real enough to deserve that level of attention.

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The numbing mind-ream of knowing you're alone not because people won't accept you but because you find so little worth accepting. An imposed solitude is better than simply tolerating your company in waiting for something better. So loneliness is not such a terrible thing when you consider that the alternative to thought provoking solace is to be surrounded only by remindings of why that solitude is preferable.

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It's over now. You're safe. The past can't hurt you anymore. Not unless you let it.

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While I'll admit that anyone can make a mistake once, to go on making the same lethal errors century after century seems to me nothing short of deliberate.

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- There were haires all round the bath.
- Man's got to have a hobby. Mine's drowing kittens.

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It does not do to rely too much on silent majorities, Evey, for silence is a fragile thing... One loud noise, and it's gone.

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Noise is related to the silence preceding it. The more absolute the hush, the more shocking the thunderclap.
Your masters have not heard the people's voice for generations, Evey... and it's much louder than they care to remember.

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From the dark they call you... Into the dark they call you.

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Beyond, outside my dreamworld there is infinite dust, infinite dark. And the dreamworld is infinite, althought is bounded on every side.

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I don't want to die. I don't want to fall. I tell myself, it's not the fall, falling doesn't hurt... It's when you stop.

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Never trust a demon. He has a hundred motives for anything he does... Ninety-nine of them, at least, are malevolent.

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– You have no power here–what power have dreams in hell?
– You say I have no power? Perhaps you speak truly... But–you say that dreams have no pover here? Tell me, Lucifer Morningstar... Ask yourselves, all of you... What power would hell have if those imprisoned were not able to dream of heaven?

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