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Maggie and Ira Moran had to go to a funeral in Deer Lick, Pennsylvania.
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Running out of gas, Rabbit Angstrom thinks as he stands behind the summer-dusty
windows of the Springer Motors display room watching the traffic go by on Route 111,
traffic somehow thin and scared compared to what it used to be.
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I have been afraid of putting air in a tire ever since I saw a tractor tire blow up
and throw Newt Hardbines's father over the top of the Standard Oil sign.
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Time is not a line but a dimension, like the dimensions of space.
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The summer my father bought the bear, none of us was born - we weren't even conceived:
not Frank, the oldest; not Fanny, the loudest; not me, the next; and not the youngest
of us, Lilly and Egg.
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The beet is the most intense of vegetables.
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We drove past Tiny Polski's mansion house to the main road, and then the five miles into
Northampton, Father talking the whole way about savages and the awfulness of America - how
it got turned into a dope-taking, door locking, ulcerated danger zone of rabid scavengers
and criminal millionaires and moral sneaks.
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"To be born again " sang Gibreel Farishta tumbling from the heavens, "first
you have to die."
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I am doomed to remember a boy with a wrecked voice - not because of his voice, or because
he was the smallest person I ever knew, or even because he was the instrument of my
mother's death, but because he is the reason I believe in God; I am a Christian because of
Owen Meany.
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In the last quarter of the twentieth century, at a time when Western civilization was
declining too rapidly for comfort and yet too slowly to be very exciting, much of the
world sat on the edge of an increasingly expensive theater seat, waiting - with various
combinations of dread, hope, and ennui - for something momentous to occur.
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Brewster Place was the bastard child of several clandestine meetings between the
alderman of the sixth district and the managing director of the Unico Realty Company.
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On my naming day when I come 12 I gone front spear and kilt a wyld boar he parbly
ben the las wyld pig on the Bundel Downs any how there hadnt ben none for a long time
befor him nor I aint looking to see none agen.
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