“ How strange this world is: Those things that we can so readily touch, those things so real to the senses — the sweet architecture of a woman’s body, one’s own flesh and bone, the cold sea and the gleam of stars — are far less real than things we cannot touch or taste or smell or see. Bicycles and the boys who ride them are less real than what we feel in our minds and hearts, less substantial than friendship and love and loneliness, all of which long outlast the world.
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— Fear Nothing by Dean Koontz.
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