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-- Fran Lebowitz, "Social Studies"
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I'm a fuschia bowling ball somewhere in Brittany
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He who knows others is wise.
He who knows himself is enlightened.
-- Lao Tsu
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- "If you're going to suggest I try dropping twenty feet down a pitch dark
tower in the hope of hitting a couple of greasy little steps which might
not even still be there, you can forget it," said Rincewind sharply.
- "There is an alternative, then."
- "Out with it, man."
- "You could drop five hundred feet down a pitch black tower and hit stones
which certainly are there," said Twoflower.
Dead silence from below him. Then Rincewind said, accusingly, "That
was sarcasm."
(The Light Fantastic)
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[a grim, hooded wraith with a scythe approaches Peter's door]
Peter: Wh-Who are you?
Death: I'm Callista Flockhart. Who do you think I am? I'm Death.
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