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If you can’t go home, there is nowhere to go, and nowhere is the biggest place in the world—indeed, nowhere is the world.

Aleksandar Hemon, The Lazarus Project

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Arabeske und Blumenstück op. 18- Schumann. Performed by Yves Nat

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Violence does not always take visible form, and not all wounds gush blood.

Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

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‘I ate civilization. It poisoned me; I was defiled. And then,’ he added in a lower tone, ‘I ate my own wickedness.’

Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

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I’ve had so many names. Old names that only the wind and the trees can pronounce. I am the mountain, the forest and the earth.

Pan’s Labyrinth

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