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“Finally, she grew quiet. After that, coherent thought. With this, stalked through her a cold, bloody rage; Hours of this; a period of introspection; a space of retrospection; then a mixture of both. Out of this, an awful calm.”
― Zora Neale Hurston, Sweat

“He balanced in space with the book in his sweating cold fingers.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451