What we need is hatred. From it our ideas are born.

The mug fell off the table once I burned the letter. You see it was a spirit In the house and it reacted every time I did anything. So one day I yelled and thew flour.  An then the ghost came to life. And it was mad about life and it attack ed me so I ran. But came back with a weird space gun and got revenge on this Space alien that followed me to earth and I did not see until I got my memory back from the crash to this house years ago.

The intelligence of the lower forms of animal life, like a great deal of human intelligence, does not involve a self.

I didn't dare think of the future; the past was still happening.

Written By John Grisham

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