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If you don’t have fun, you don’t have a show.

Bertolt Brecht

I don’t like where I’m going and I don’t like where I’ve been. Why am I in a hurry?
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Going Hurry Like
Their peace and their war Are like wind and storm. War grows from their peace.
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Peace Storm War Wind
To those who does not know the world is on fire, I have nothing to say.
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Fire Nothing World
Literary works cannot be taken over like factories, or literary forms of expression like industrial methods.
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Reality Taken Writing
For what’s the use of talking with a man who has a disease and thinks about the stars?
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Men Stars Thinking
The mill wheel turns, it turns forever, though what is uppermost remains not so.
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Forever Mills Wheels
The storm that bends the birch trees Is held to be violent But how about the storm That bends the backs of the roadworkers?
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Storm Tree Violent
I opened the man’s skull and messed about with his brains. I saw how they patched fellows up, so as to cart them back to the Front as quickly as they could.
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Brains Cart Front Patch Skull
What they could do with ’round here is a good war. What else can you expect with peace running wild all over the place? You know what the trouble with peace is? No organization.
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Peace Running War
The newspaper The dog Dialectics Showering, swimming Old music Comfortable shoes Comprehension New music Writing, planting Traveling Singing Being friendly
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Comfortable Dog Newspaper Planting Shoe Singing
If you join the rat race — you’re in the race of rats.
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Join Race Rat
A man who sees another man on the street corner with only a stump for an arm will be so shocked the first time he’ll give him sixpence. But the second time it’ll only be a three penny bit. And if he sees him a third time, he’ll have him cold-bloodedly handed over to the police.
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Giving Men Police Six Street Time
One must live well to know what living is.
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Knows Live Must Well
The shrill voices of those who give orders Are full of fear like the squeakings of Piglets awaiting the butcher’s knife, as their fat arses Sweat with anxiety in their office chairs…. Fear rules not only those who are ruled, but The rulers too.
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Knives Order Sweat
It’s never too late for those whose time has come.
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Come Late never Too
Everyone needs help from everyone.
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Collaboration Helping Needs

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