"What I had seen, of course, was the Bokononist ritual of boko-maru, or the mingling of awareness....[I]t is impossible to be sole-to-sole with another person without loving the person..."—Cat's Cradle, Kurt Vonnegut
"My arm was not the one she needed, but the arm of someone else. My warmth was not what she needed, but the warmth of someone else. I felt almost guilty being me."
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