"There was a horrible blood freezing scream somewhere very close. I suddenly recognize it as my own, but I couldn't stop it. And I looked at the men, the Brave and beautiful men beside me, running into the guns, and God help me for thinking it, and God forgive me for saying it, but it was glorious, it was glorious, if glory is a magnificent and ruptured exaltation. It was what love would be like, if love was a sin. It was what music would be, if music could kill you."
---Gregory David Roberts, Shantaram
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