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61 " Cuando nos morimos, esas son las historias que siguen en nuestro labios. Las historias que solamente les contamos a desconocidos, en algún lugar íntimo de la celda acolchada de la medianoche. Esas historias importantes que nos pasamos años ensayando mentalmente pero que nunca contamos. Esas historias son fantasmas, que traen a la gente de vuelta de entre los muertos. Solamente un momento. De visita. Cada historia es un fantasma. "
― Chuck Palahniuk , Haunted
62 " In the big factory of perfecting human souls, the Earth was a kind of tumbler. The same as the kind people use to polish rocks. All souls come here to rub the sharp edges off each other. All of us, we’re meant to be worn smooth by conflict and pain of every kind. To be polished. There was nothing bad about this. This wasn’t suffering, it was erosion.It was just another, a basic, an important step in the refining process. "
63 " The people who really, actually loved us, they'd beg us to go. To fulfill our dreams. Practice our craft. And they would love us when we all came back. "
64 " Our all-powerful God got so scared He scattered the human race across the face of the earth, and shattered their language to keep His children apart. "
65 " Even a killer needs to talk, to tell his life story, so bad he'll come and sit beside a grave or a rotting body and just blab, blab, blab at it for hours. Until he makes sense. Until the killer can convince himself with the story of his new reality. The reality that--he was right. "
66 " You realize it's not wooden stakes that kill vampires. It's all the emotional baggage and letdowns they have to carry around for century after century. "
67 " The air will always be too filled with something. Your body too sore or tired. Your father too drunk. Your wife too cold. You will always have some excuse not to live your life. "
68 " At least Anne Frank,” Comrade Snarky said, “never had to tour with her book . . . "
69 " Consider that the earth is a processing plant, a factory. Picture a tumbler used to polish rocks: a rolling drum filled with water and sand. Consider that your soul is dropped in as an ugly rock, some raw mineral or natural resource, crude oil, mineral ore. And all conflict and pain is the abrasive that rubs us, polishes our soul, refines us, teaches and finishes us over lifetime after lifetime. "
70 " That would be like breaking a mirror for showing you the truth. "
71 " ...Because we love our pain. We love our drama. But we will never, ever admit that. "
72 " Polishing those ugly rocks into gemstones. That's the earth. Why it does around. We're the rocks. And what happens to us - the drama and pain and joy and war and sickness and victory and abuse - why that's just the water and sand to erode us. Grind us down. To polish us up, nice and bright. "
73 " The dreaming world, they'd think we were crazy. Those people still in bed, they'd be asleep another hour, then washing their faces, under their arms, and between their legs, before going to the same work they did every day. Living that same life, every day. "
74 " هذا ما يفعله البشر دائما: يحولون الأشياء إلى ناس، والناس إلى أشياء. "
75 " Stink for privacy, the new way to protect personal space. Intimidation by odor. "
76 " If we can forgive what has been done to us . . .If we can forgive what we've done to others . . .If we can leave all of our stories behind. Our beingvillians or victims.Only then can we maybe rescue the world.But we still sit here, waiting to be saved. While we'restill victims, hoping to be discovered while we suffer. "
77 " People in France have a phrase: "Spirit of the Stairway." In French, Esprit d'Escalier. It means that moment when you find the answer but it's too late. Say you're at a party and someone insults you. You have to say something. So, under pressure, with everybody watching, you say something lame. But the moment you leave the party... "
78 " If we can forgive what’s been done to us . . .If we can forgive what we’ve done to others . . . If we can leave all of our stories behind. Our being villains or victims. Only then can we maybe rescue the world. "
79 " Think of a rock polisher, one of those drums, goes round and round, rolls twenty-four/seven, full of water and rocks and gravel. Grinding it all up. Round and round. Polishing those ugly rocks into gemstones. That’s the earth. Why it goes around. We’re the rocks. And what happens to us—the drama and pain and joy and war and sickness and victory and abuse—why, that’s just the water and sand to erode us. Grind us down. To polish us up, nice and bright. "
80 " I fainted....and you ate my ass?You fed me my own ass? "