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Something cracked in the room in which they stay, a glass perhaps or mirror. A small insignificant accident. A finger cut slightly.

([The Gallaghers:] “Both of us noticed that the toilet was cracked, the enamel part.”)

[...] You should use the intellect you have and the intuition that you have, but I sneak through the cracks. Where there are no doors I push through little cracks in your armor and in your wall. And through those cracks you find your own escape and your own freedom and your own ways to truth. [...]

[...] When you crack an egg to discover what is inside you ruin the egg. [...] We do not need a hammer to crack the eggshell. I am an egghead, but I do not need a hammer to be cracked.

[...] I am used to opening eggs without cracking them.

[...] He said that Dr. Rhine’s sweetness had led him into traps where his controls were not rigid enough during experiments, that his disposition was of the type that would not make him crack down. [...]

[...] Well, that image cracked and crumbled in the hospital experience, leaving Ruburt with his more native, far more realistic image of himself. [...]

(We were very encouraged by two points especially that Seth had mentioned this evening: that Jane’s thyroid had repaired itself before—which event now could free her from dependence upon medication—and that the Sinful Self’s superhuman image had “cracked and crumbled in the hospital experience.” [...]

(“The sort of lines for example that a map would have to indicate small roads, or the lines like cracks in a dry ground.” [...] The drawing is composed of thin pencil lines in part at least, and these could in the abstract represent small roads on a map, or lines like cracks in dry ground.

The sort of lines for example that a map would have to indicate small roads, or the lines like cracks in a dry ground.

(Jane didn’t have much to say about the map simile, but thought the ground crack idea pertinent. [...]

[...] When you crack an egg to discover what is inside, you ruin the egg. [...] We do not need a hammer to crack the eggshell. … I am an egghead, but do not need a hammer to be cracked.” [...]

Now when children walk down streets, they count the cracks in the sidewalks. [...]

([Theodore:] “Crack the whip!”)

[...] She’d cried out unintelligible words steadily all afternoon, until finally her voice had begun to falter and crack by supper time. [...]

[...] She stressed the syllables for the most part, as in the past, and her eyes were cracked open. [...]

[...] Jane has scanned portions of it and found it excellent; we’re surprised that we haven’t heard of it before, especially in light of Pierce’s two bestsellers on The Crack in the Cosmic Egg. [...]

[...] The rest of the time her eyes were “cracked open” just enough for her to see. [...]

[...] Something cracked in the room in which they stay, a glass perhaps or mirror, a small insignificant accident. [...]

The potentialities of human personality cannot be examined as one would crack open a nut to see what is inside. [...]

He can’t crack a smile without fearing that this will be taken as a sign of apple polishing, because apple polishing of course implies a feeling of inferiority on the part of the apple polisher. [...]

[...] I hope no crack is expected.

[...] Earlier, a great thunderstorm raged, its reverberations seeming to crack the sky. [...]

[...] I did so now, and very slowly Jane opened her eyes, one at a time, on a crack. [...]

[...] There are no chasms—only a crack which is trivial. [...]

[...] I do not want to crack up your realities, they are too dear to you. [...]