Su sueño del futuro seguía siendo real e indestructible, había dicho «iré» y esto hacía también realidad la partida. Decidir marcharse y decirlo era como estar a medio camino.

Our behavior toward others is often a reflection of our treatment of ourselves.

Women have the right to say: this is surface, this falsifies reality, this degrades.

A bullet will bounce off its arachnofiber weave like a wren hitting a patio door, but excess perspiration wafts through it like a breeze through a freshly napalmed forest.

Written By Neal Stephenson

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