"Good God! how often are we to die before we go quite off this stage? In every friend we lose a part of ourselves, and the best part."

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There are too many of us, he thought. There are billions of us and that's too many. Nobody knows anyone. Strangers come and violate you. Strangers come and cut your heart out. Strangers come and take your blood. Good God, who were those men? I never saw them before in my life!

— Ray Bradbury