There are many answers, none of them right, but some of them most definitely wrong.

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Am I crazy?" she asked. "I feel like I am sometimes."
"Maybe," he said, rubbing her forehead. "But don't worry about it. You need to be a little bit crazy. Crazy is the price you pay for having an imagination. It's your superpower. Tapping into the dream. It's a good thing not a bad thing.

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Mots clés imagination mindfulness

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No matter how much bullying they inflict on my body, as long as I have this hope, I can endure any pain.

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Mots clés pain hope bullying

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The past is weird. I mean, does it really exist ? It feels like it exists, but where is it ? And if it did exists, but doesn’t now, then where did it go ?

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Mots clés past time

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She smiled. “Life is full of stories. Or maybe life is only stories. Good night, my dear Nao.

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Mots clés life

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Print is predictable and impersonal, conveying information in a mechanical transaction with the reader’s eye.

Handwriting, by contrast, resists the eye, reveals its meaning slowly, and is as intimate as skin.

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Sometimes when she told stories about the past her eyes would get teary from all the memories she had, but they weren't tears. She wasn't crying. They were just the memories, leaking out.

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She'd been betwitched. She'd pricked her finger and had fallen into a deep, comalike sleep.

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Mots clés a-tale-for-the-time-being

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An unfinished book. left unattended, turns feral, and she would need all her focus, will and ruthless determination to tame it again.

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She missed the built environment of New York City. It was only in an urban landscape, amid straight lines and architecture, that she could situate herself in human time and history. She missed people. She missed human intrigue, drama and power struggles. She needed her own species, not to talk to, necessarily, but just to be among, as a bystander in a crowd or an anonymous witness.

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Mots clés humanity society new-york-city city-life

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