I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.
Only in books could you find pity, comfort, happiness--and love. Books loved anyone who opened them, they gave you security and friendship and didn't ask anything in return; they never went away, never, not even when you treated them badly.
When you can't bear something but it goes on anyway, the person who survives isn't you anymore; you've changed and become someone else, a new person, the one who did bear it after all.
At clubs there's never any pause between one song and the next. That's not surprising, but it's still very important. Somewhere out there the beat is always throbbing, the beat is always throbbing within you, somewhere inside your body, you're completely passive in the grip of the sound; it feels like you're not even there. It feels like you're not even you.
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