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61 " A professor once described the brain to me as a great silent vault. A dark theater with nothing. playing on the screen. Just electrical charges bouncing corner to corner, like lightbulbs flashing off and on. "
― Megan Abbott , Give Me Your Hand
62 " The world is a fiction the brain constructs. The smell of a fresh peach, the punch of a firefly in the night sky. The lilting hush-hush of a first lullaby. The brain fashions it all and we don't know how or why. "