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It was a real book— onionskin pages bound in what might have been actual leather. Miller had seen pictures of them before; the idea of that much weight for a single megabyte of data struck him as decadent.

I began to realize how hard it was to separate all the voices to hear the single, strong one that came just from me." —Mibs Beaumont

In most ways, Mibs, we Beaumonts are just like other people...We get born, and sometime later we die. And in between, we're happy and sad, we feel love and we feel fear, we eat and we sleep and we hurt like everyone else. —Momma

If you live on regrets, you'll be living a parasitic life.

The open road. Seemingly my only friend for years upon end since leaving war. The road embraced me, let me breathe, and more importantly, did not judge me.

Every absurdity has a champion to defend it.

Why does my body betray me? Why is there an imbalance in my brain?

I'm off the rails, tipping the scales, following the trail, delving into my own custom made form of outer space.

That’s what imperialism is all about, shoving your language, religion, culture, and race down others’ throats and telling them that they’re beneath you – and it’s not unique to the West either.

Stigma's power lies in silence. The silence that persists when discussion and action should be taking place. The silence one imposes on another for speaking up on a taboo subject, branding them with a label until they are rendered mute or preferably unheard.

Indifference is the worst kind of response when love is expressed. Hate is not the antithesis of love; it’s the nonexistence of feeling, a pervasive apathy. When hate is present, so is love. It’s passion gone sour and fueled by pain, but, nonetheless, it’s passion and love is apparently still alive. Yet when indifference seeps into our spirits, an emotional numbness and permitted scotoma takes the place of any passion – whether it’s love or hate – and resigns in a new state of being.

A friend, an absolute friend, does one thing that despite all the dirt we carry under our fingernails, makes up for everything. They stay.

If anyone thinks interracial "anything" is a big deal, they're probably inbred.

I'm only looking for one person. And I can't bloody see him.

Such a child sometimes.

Normalcy doesn't exist it's a fantasy, we all try to play out in reality.

A wave of saudade swept over me as I realized home never existed at all. The concept of home felt far from my reach, and I felt sick with longing.

With every new girl, you've got to start over again. We're not all pleased the same way. She might hate you after a week.

No, no, no, " she says in a sincere, yet malicious tone. "It's not me who should be mad. That would be your father for messing up our lives!" "Goodnight, Paige. Enjoy the dark." "Fuck you!" "Love you too.

Someone can tell you all your life that you’re inferior, but it doesn’t matter until you accept it and allow for validation. Once validation takes place, it’s then that the colonial malaise sets in like smallpox.

Adversity has the remarkable ability of introducing the real you to yourself.

I love you so much." "You wanna try telling me that sober?

I allow my characters to have their say, then I cry, because they say what I've been wanting to say all along.

Dwaine, I've missed you." "Lucy, what have I done? I love you." No more skipping. We are eye to eye. "You can't love me," she states. "But I do." "She's the one you want." "What? She makes me miserable! I want to see the world and fuck girls. I'll be her babysitter forever." "She's the one you want.

I don't always believe in God, but, I believe something is amiss.

For so long I have cursed this life, but in the end I can only come to accept it because I believe we all suffer from the anthology complex. We all compile these short stories that turn into fantasies.

5 1/2 centuries after its 1.0 release, the book is a surprisingly robust piece of information technology. Sure, its memory is relatively tiny--one novel adds up to less than a megabyte. But it doesn't need charging, and it never crashes. Its interface is rapidly and intuitively navigable. The scroll never stood a chance.

I have been cheated out of being treated like a human being. In my reflection I saw an empty vessel. They had cheated me and I was desperate to make the sharp pain in my head stop.

I’m sitting here on the Kaye Gibbons Show, and all I can think is that the whole country is sick. Sick with the idea that it’s good to be known as seen by as many people as possible, to show every part of our lives to the public at large. Whether it’s Facebook photos, blogs, or reality TV, it’s like nobody is content to just live life. The worth of our existence seems to be measured in pixels and megabytes and “likes.” Those of use whose lives can be downloaded seem to have the most value – until someone outrageous comes along to claim their time in the spotlight.

Do not judge my story by the chapter you walked in on.

I don't live vicariously through my characters, they live vicariously through me.

I realized that good and bad were always there and always mixed up together in a tangle" -Mibs

I left a piece of my soul that will always rightfully belong in the desert.

Jonathan Swift (November 30, 1667 – October 19, 1745) was an Irish cleric, satirist, essayist, political pamphleteer (first for Whigs then for Tories), and poet, famous for works like Gulliver's Travels, A Modest Proposal, A Journal to Stella, The Drapier's Letters, The Battle of the Books, and A Tale of a Tub. Swift is probably the foremost prose satirist in the English language, although he is less well known for his poetry. Swift published all of his works under pseudonyms — such as Lemuel Gulliver, Isaac Bickerstaff, M.B. Drapier — or anonymously. He is also known for being a master of 2 styles of satire; the Horatian and Juvenalian styles. Source: Wikipedia

Home. Home was BAMA, the Sprawl, the Boston-Atlanta Metropolitan Axis. Program a map to display frequency of data exchange, every thousand megabytes a single pixel on a very large screen. Manhattan and Atlanta burn solid white. Then they start to pulse, the rate of traffic threatening to overload your simulation. Your map is about to go nova. Cool it down. Up your scale. Each pixel a million megabytes. At a hundred million megabytes per second, you begin to make out certain blocks in midtown Manhattan, outlines of hundred-year-old industrial parks ringing the old core of Atlanta...

With even the slightest upset, detachment soon followed. I didn’t lose sleep over men, and I was too restless to be tied down. The grass didn’t even have time to grow around my feet before I was planning my next escape – whether it was to another state or out of someone’s life.

There were waves of genocide that overcame indigenous populations of Oceania and do we have a library of books or films to tell our story? No. We have tourist hula shows and commercials where the “natives” tend to tourists like indentured servants with plastic, lifeless smiles. It’s not such a charming picture, is it? The truth is ugly, but so is ignorance or denial of such atrocities and pain.

I really can't stress this enough. If you want to make an impact, don't simply sit idly by and 'hope' for courage. Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the decision made in determining what is more important than fear.

I wasn’t a person after all. I was simply this exotic thing for people to observe and investigate, an alien in any environment I was in.

I looked down at this city, this civilization, and I realized just how little I really knew about a world where there was so much to know.

It was a frightening metaphor for what the United States was becoming – a Titanic of rich, proud dimwits heading for the iceberg of anti-colonialist backlash.

Humanity is a very interesting phenomenon. If you peel back the layers, if you're brave enough, you realize it's something that's not for the faint of heart-" Angel M.B. Chadwick

Sometimes I wonder why I exist with all my vast knowledge, while others exist longer with their clichés.

I wish I could write forever, then I'd truly be immortal

Fine art is the discipline of breaking rules.

Get acquainted with your shadow, or find yourself surprised when a crisis emerges.

She smiled, and said, “Take care that the voice of God and the Devil sound one in the same in the desert. Trust your instincts. You were not put on this earth to be naïve, blindly optimistic, or passive; you are here to be vigilant, to survive.

Editing is like strawberries put on the table as a centerpiece, before the full course meal, but, you don't want them to become spoiled, or your guests will go to the neighbor's house next door.

There are people who come home from war and want to talk about the pain, but no one wants to listen; there are others who want to keep silent and repress the memories, and all their family and friends want is to talk about it. I call this the war veteran reintegration paradox.

Never write when you can speak. Never speak when you can nod. Never nod when you can blink.

What makes you think children like childish things? Don't tell them how to be children. They want to grow up.

Fear is like a looking glass, there you can see what you’re really made of- Felicity Murphy (Weeping Well Vol. 1)

The beacon is empty. There is no light. -Eleazar Wentzel (Weeping Well, Vol. 1)

How different our life could have been and how different we could have been as a person if one little decision was altered.

There are some things you can’t learn about just through words. There are some things you can’t really understand until you’re living them.

Don't let anyone sabotage your opportunity for greatness.

The human spirit is courage incarnate, overcoming the impossible.

Every time I travel I feel like the Universe is guiding me into its aura by liberating a piece of my soul.

He hated computers having names like ZX75 and numbers of megabytes. He hated technology as it was in the 1990s.

Steve Jobs didn’t give us a 32MB music player. He gave us 1,000 songs in our pocket.

I've always embraced my differences, but, there are others who misinterpret my intentions.

Some people die because of a lack of food, and others die because they have too much food. Starvation, obesity. If that's not imbalance, I'm not sure what is.

To my surprise, it was a place where my thoughts were the most lucid. I wasn’t bogged down in random trivial details or the luxury of time-consuming over-analysis. This place forced you to live because at any moment, life could be lost. Ramadi forced me to die unto myself.

Lighter laptops followed (our first one had a 10mb hard disk; today one of our laptops, at about one-third of the weight, has flash storage of 1 terabyte—100,000 times larger in thirty years).

Travel can sometimes push us to lose ourselves and find ourselves at once. The shedding of old prejudices, dead skin, and the opening of one’s eyes is far better than what any mainstream news outlet could ever tell you.

Shakespeare’s plays and poems in their entirety amount to 5 megabytes, the equivalent of just a single high-resolution photograph, or of 30 seconds of high-fidelity sound, or of 8 seconds of streamed high-definition video.

Ramadi’s sky was generously filled with stars. Celestial ornaments set against a banner of a deep blue velvet sky. It was a place where hell, death, and heaven were so clear and the closest I’ve felt to all three in my life.

I kiss. Anywhere with skin. Her face, her throat, her hands, her wrists. She watches wordlessly, doesn't reciprocate, doesn't even accept them. Then I give up, I find her neck and hide in the crook of it. Wrap your arms around me, Paige. Please.

Marin Marian-Bălaşa (full name) is the same as Marin Marian and/or Marin B. Marian. He authored articles, essays, and books under all these signatures. initially, the differentiation was meant to discriminate between various specializations; lately, he dropped the first (MM and MBM) ones.

Whether it’s an Iraqi widow mourning her dead loved ones standing helplessly in the rubble of her former home or a dying soldier in an Iraqi city street asking, “Why, God? Why is this happening? Where are you?” I can’t help but wonder the same. You realize that there is no justice, no karmic retribution swift enough, and that happy endings are a terrible, terrible lie. We are all subject to the same blind boot stomp and our luck is merely where we happen to be standing when death inevitably comes roaring down upon us.

Jei nieko nežinai apie artimo žmogaus liūdesį, dar nereiškia, kad jam nebūna liūdna, gal tiesiog tu nesi jam artimas.

she is a slut (M.B.)

Home.” This was my mantra, my four-letter savior.

Spread a little kindness and your blessings will be greater than the sum of its parts.

I don't like to sugarcoat, it can cause an addiction to B.S.

So...what? Skipping detention is a crime?

As I walked I couldn't help but notice that out of the blue, a dark shadow was cast over the sky, as if it was a warning specifically for me.

Of all ruins, that of a fine man is the saddest.

Did you ever hear of a congress of lawyers for simplifying the law and discouraging litigation? What

The very existence of a world carries with it the proof of a world-maker, as the table guarantees the pre-existence of the carpenter. Granting

We think we are pushing our own way bravely, but there is a great Hand in ours all the time.

A dead fish can float with the stream, but it takes a man to swim against it." What

it was the ugliness of character, which is as attractive as beauty. His

if a man wants friends be must go among strangers. It's

a universe implies the existence of a universe maker, and

We who claim toleration should be the first to extend it to others. I

an unbeliever may be as bigoted as any of the orthodox, and

a man may be very dogmatic in his opposition to dogma. Such

When we start blaming God and Satan for what's gone wrong in our lives, we forget how powerful the reflection of humanity is.

A woman in combat? Yes. Since when? Since Native American warrior Buffalo Calf Road Woman knocked that prick General George Custer off of his horse. Since Pantea Arteshbod propelled herself to become one of the greatest Persian commanders during the reign of Cyrus the Great. Since Hua Mulan disguised herself as a male to engage in combat and became one of China’s most respected heroines.

Everyone around me was allowed, permitted to fall apart; yet I had to think twice. I couldn't bear to take another dip into an ocean of solitude for another taste of ostracization. I felt I would die.

Veterans being sent into unjust wars for corporate profit is a perversion of trust, at best. I found the emotional manipulation of both sides, the propaganda at play so incredibly revolting that I couldn't stand to idly wave a flag or flaunt yellow ribbons without asking serious questions regarding motive.

The OPA man, Anderson Dawes, was sitting on a cloth folding chair outside Miller's hole, reading a book. It was a real book - onionskin pages bound in what might have been actual leather. Miller had seen pictures of them before; the idea of that much weight for a single megabyte of data struck him as decadent.

In movies, war only looks romantic. “Tell my gal I love her…” close-up shot, and fade out. It doesn’t work as beautifully and neat in real life. Flying chunks of human flesh and screaming orphans really put that Hollywood take into perspective and there is nothing clean or sterile about any of it. When people die, it’s fucking horrible.

A version of this text is found in each nucleated cell of our bodies, and it consists of 700 megabytes of information (6 billion DNA base pairs). It contains not only a rich historical archive but also practical recipes for making human beings. For such a significant text, its translation into modern languages began only recently, in the 1970s.

When you’re persistently deleted from history, media, and any other channel to access information – or that information is distorted – it’s far worse than physically killing someone. It, instead, induces a form of psychological death. How can you truly be alive, how can you genuinely breathe, when everyone around you believes that you either don’t exist or are dead?

The 1970s were the decade of megabytes. In the summer of 1970, IBM introduced two new computer models with more memory than ever before: the Model 155, with 768,000 bytes of memory, and the larger Model 165, with a full megabyte, in a large cabinet. One of these room-filling mainframes could be purchased for $4,674,160. By 1982 Prime Computer was marketing a megabyte of memory on a single circuit board, for $36,000.

There's always this point in pregnancy when all of sudden you realize that there is this person inside of you, and somehow you are going to have to get them out. First you worry about getting pregnant, then staying pregnant, then dealing with the side effects of pregnancy, and then when you are feeling better and enjoying the fun part of getting to know the new baby's personality and habits, you realize that there is no turning back.

Although the US State Department has not officially designated the MB [Muslin Brotherhood] as a terrorist organization, Egypt did so in 2013; and in 2015, a British government review “concluded that membership of or links to it should be considered a possible indicator of extremism.” However, in 2003 the FBI uncovered the MB’s multifaceted plan to dominate America through immigration, intimidation, education, community centers, mosques, political legitimacy, and establishing ‘interfaith dialogue’ centers in our universities and colleges. A document confiscated by the FBI outlines a twelve-point strategy to establish an Islamic government on earth that is brought about by a flexible, long-term ‘cultural invasion’ of the West. Their own plans teach us that ‘the intrusion of Islam will erupt in multiple locations using mulciple means’. But near the top of this strategy is immigration. To be more specific, the first major point in their strategy states; ‘To expand the Muslin presence by birth rate, immigration and refusal to assimilate.’ This strategy transformed Indonesia from a Buddhist and Hindu country to the largest Muslin-dominated country in the world. As Europe has discovered, open borders for refugees may be viewed as a compassionate response to a catastrophic humanitarian crisis, but it has long-term risks and consequences.

The most insidious of our country, the greediest and highest rung of our socioeconomic ladder, line their pockets with misappropriated funds as military personnel and hordes of civilians are maimed or killed. It’s not their children out there, blinded by manufactured patriotism or lured into the service with the promise of economic stability, all with the sanctimonious blessings of misguided public consent by way of corporate, state-sponsored media. It won’t be their children who are terrorized by Wahabbist insurgents tearing through city blocks and rural areas as only an ever-devouring plague could. It won’t be any of their loved ones watching thousands of years of civilization unraveling like an old sweater as each thread of wool is lit on fire or stolen to sell on the black market for greedy consumers with a fetish for hijacked Mesopotamian artifacts.