"I do things like get in a taxi and say, "The library, and step on it."
"What passes for hip cynical transcendence of sentiment is really some kind of fear of being really human, since to be really human [...] is probably to be unavoidably sentimental and naïve and goo-prone and generally pathetic."
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Source: Infinite Jest. Book by David Foster Wallace, 1996.
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