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putain August 11 2010, 06:18:42 UTC
The air comes out of one body and is breathed into another. The music, does it pass out of one ear and into another, as the old expression goes? We breathe the light, we breathe the music, we breathe the moment as it passes through us.
- Anne Rice, The Vampire Lestat

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putain August 11 2010, 06:19:13 UTC
I lifted her off her feet embracing her. And in the dark, we were like lovers carved out of the same stone who had no memory of a separate life at all.
- Anne Rice, The Vampire Lestat

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putain August 11 2010, 06:20:09 UTC
Nothing lasts, but nothing is lost.
- Terence McKenna

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putain August 11 2010, 06:22:52 UTC
Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness.
- Poppy Z. Brite, Lost Souls

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putain August 11 2010, 06:24:13 UTC
The pen is mightier than the sword.
- Edward Bulwer-Lytton

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