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Nothing can ever happen twice. In consequence, the sorry fact is that we arrive here improvised and leave without the chance to practice.

Wislawa Szymborska

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I prefer the hell of chaos to the hell of order.
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At the very beginning of my creative life I loved humanity. I wanted to do something good for mankind. Soon I understood that it isn’t possible to save mankind.
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I’m drowning in papers.
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Generally speaking, life is so rich and full of variety; you have to remember all the time that there is a comical side to everything.
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What does the world get from two people/who exist in a world of their own?
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Even the worst book can give us something to think about.
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Dying – you can’t do that to a cat.
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Animals don’t even try to look any different from what nature intended. They humbly wear their shells, scales, spines, plumes, pelts, and down. The conscious impulse to change one’s appearance is found only among humans.
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Every beginning is only a sequel, after all, and the book of events is always open halfway through.
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Even boredom should be described with gusto. How many things are happening on a day when nothing happens?
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It’s just not easy to explain to someone else what you don’t understand yourself.
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Easy Explanation Understand Yourself
I’m one-time-only to the marrow of my bones.
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After every war someone has to tidy up.
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I slide my arm from under the sleeper’s head and it is numb, full of swarming pins, on the tip of each, waiting to be counted, the fallen angels sit.
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There is so much Everything that Nothing is hidden quite nicely.
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No day copies yesterday, no two nights will teach what bliss is in precisely the same way, with precisely the same kisses.
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