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Björk - Unravel

…love is inadequate to describe the tacit almost ashamed oneness of these brothers. What relationship is it in which few words are exchanged, and those only about the details of food, clothing and occupation; in which the two persons have a curious reluctance even to glance at one another; and in which there is a tacit arrangement not to appear together in the city and to go on the same errand by different streets? And yet side by side with this there existed a need of one another so terrible that it produced miracles as naturally as the charged air of a sultry day produces lightning. Thornton Wilder, The Bridge of San Luis Rey
I awakened in the middle of the night with something with long legs lying on my face. It was twitching. I picked it up and hurled it at the wall. Turns out it was my left hand. Couldn’t make a fist for days.. windmilltheory,
[He] was engineered with everything he needed to get into Gattaca except the desire to do so. Vincent, Gattaca