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The joy of writing. The power of preserving. Revenge of a mortal hand.

Wislawa Szymborska

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There is so much Everything that Nothing is hidden quite nicely.
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Deep Hide Quite Spiritual
I like being near the top of a mountain. One can’t get lost here.
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Lost Mountain Myself Nature Oneself Place
Get to know other worlds, if only for comparison.
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Comparison Knowledge World
Dying – you can’t do that to a cat.
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Animal Cat Death Yourself
All the best have something in common, a regard for reality, an agreement to its primacy over the imagination.
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Agreement Best Common Imagination Reality Regard
God was finally going to believe in a man both good and strong, but good and strong are still two different men.
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Believe Different God Goodness Man Strong
I prefer the absurdity of writing poems to the absurdity of not writing poems.
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Absurd Myself Poem Preference Writing
I prefer the hell of chaos to the hell of order.
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Chaos Hell Myself Order Preference
Let the people who never find true love keep saying that there’s no such thing. Their faith will make it easier for them to live and die.
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Death Easy Finding Live Love People True
I’m old-fashioned and think that reading books is the most glorious pastime that humankind has yet devised.
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Book Fashion Myself Old Past Reading Thinking Time
After every war someone has to tidy up.
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Clean Deep Hurt War
I started earning a living as a poet rather early on.
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Live Myself Poet Start
When I pronounce the word Future, the first syllable already belongs to the past. When I pronounce the word Silence, I destroy it.
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Destroy Future Myself Past Silence Word
Poets yearn, of course, to be published, read, and understood, but they do little, if anything, to set themselves above the common herd and the daily grind.
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Common Poet Publish Reading Understand
I’d have to be really quick to describe clouds – a split second’s enough for them to start being something else.
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Cloud Description Enough Myself Quick Start
I don’t know the role I’m playing. I only know it’s mine, non-convertible.
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Myself Play Role

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