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I kept thinking how marvellous it would be if I could somehow tear my heart, which felt so heavy, out of my chest.

Anton Chekhov

Lying is the same as alcoholism. Liars prevaricate even on their deathbeds.
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Alcohol Bed Death Lying
If you want to work on your art, work on your life.
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Art Life Work Yourself
Each of us is full of too many wheels, screws and valves to permit us to judge one another on a first impression or by two or three external signs.
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Appearance Character Impression Judgment Sign
When a person is born, he can embark on only one of three roads of life: if you go right, the wolves will eat you; if you go left, you’ll eat the wolves; if you go straight, you’ll eat yourself.
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Born Eat Life Person Right Road Yourself
Try to reason about love, and you will lose your reason.
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Lose Love Reason Try Yourself
They say philosophers and wise men are indifferent. Wrong. Indifference is a paralysis of the soul, a premature death.
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Death Different Man Philosophy Wisdom
An artist observes, selects, guesses, and synthesizes.
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Artist Guess Observation Select
What a fine weather today! Can’t choose whether to drink tea or to hang myself.
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Choice Drink Fine Myself Weather
The aim of fiction is absolute and honest truth.
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Absolute Fiction Honesty Truth
When asked, “Why do you always wear black?”, he said, “I am mourning for my life.
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Black Color Deep Life Mourning Myself
Be sure not to discuss your hero’s state of mind. Make it clear from his actions.
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Action Discussion Hero Himself Mindset State
Let us learn to appreciate there will be times when the trees will be bare, and look forward to the time when we may pick the fruit.
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Appreciation Fruit Learning Ourselves Time Tree
Do silly things. Foolishness is a great deal more vital and healthy than our straining and striving after a meaningful life.
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Foolish Life Meaning Silly Strain Strive Stupidity
In short stories it is better to say not enough than to say too much, because, because–I don’t know why.
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Better Enough Myself Reason Story
It’s very hard, feeling that you’re no more than a piece of unwanted furniture in this world.
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Feeling Furniture Hard Pieces World
If in the first act you introduce a gun, by the third act you have to use it.
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Act Gun Introduction Weapon Yourself

I kept thinking how marvellous it would be if I could somehow tear my heart, which felt so heavy, out of my chest.

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