it's like a squid in love with the sky. Matthew Tobin Anderson More Quotes by Matthew Tobin Anderson More Quotes From Matthew Tobin Anderson ...they told me of color, that it was an illusion of the eye, an event in the perceiver's mind, not in the object; they told me that color had no reality; indeed, they told me that color did not inhere in a physical body any more than pain was in a needle. And then they imprisoned me in darkness; and though there was no color there, I still was black, and they still were white; and for that, they bound and gagged me. Matthew Tobin Anderson pain eye reality We went to the moon to have fun, but the moon turned out to completely suck. Matthew Tobin Anderson having-fun moon fun And I realize that the decision to be human is not one single instant, but is a thousand choices made very day. It is choices we make every second and requires constant vigilance. We have to fight to remain human. Matthew Tobin Anderson choices-made fighting decision We Americans are interested only in the consumption of our products. We have no interest in how they are produced, or what happens to them once we discard them, once we throw them away. Matthew Tobin Anderson consumption activism interest At long last, you may no longer distinguish what binds you from what is you. Matthew Tobin Anderson lasts may long People talk about the beauty of the spring, but I can't see it. The trees are brown and bare, slimy with rain. Some are crawling with new purple hairs. And the buds are bulging like tumorous acne, and I can tell that something wet, and soft, and cold, and misshapen is about to be born. And I am turning into a vampire. 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Matthew Tobin Anderson wrenches library opening Its a very 18th-century thing to have a book broken into several volumes. Matthew Tobin Anderson century broken book
