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~What is the weapon of your choice?~

*I* use my voice

Butterfly Collector
18 June 1985
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"Don't aske me those questions! Don't ask me what life means or how we know reality or why we have to suffer so much. Don't talk about how nothing feels real, how everything is coated in gelatin and shining like oil in the sun. I don't want to hear about the tiger in the corner or the Angel of Death or the phone calls from John the Baptist. He might give me a call too. But I'm not going to pick up the phone."

Susanna Kaysen Girl.Interrupted

'Mankind, probably the most mysterious of all species on our planet. A mystery of open questions. Who are we? Where do we come from? Where are we going? How do we know what we believe to know? Why do we believe anything at all?
'Innumerable questions looking for an answer, an answer which will raise the next question and the following answer will raise a following question and so on and so forth.
'But in the end, isn't it always the same question and always the same answer?'

Manni: "Lola?"
Lola: "Hmh?"
Manni: "Wenn ich jetzt sterben würde, was würdest du tun?"
Lola: "Ich würd dich nicht sterben lassen."

Manni: "Lola?"
Lola: "Hmh?"
Manni: "If i was dying right now, what would you do?"
Lola: "I wouldn't let you die."

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