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It seemed to me that I was coming out of a suffocating nightmare and that the low clouds flying before the wind were the shreds of an evil dream.

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A mud-stained sunlight began to splatter the sodden fields, and the hateful, nasal world of birds began to come to life.
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Clouds Dream Wind
Photogenic is a stupid, nonsensical word, but it is also a great mystery.
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Mystery Nonsensical Stupid
what are you looking for? There is no Truth. There’s only action, action obeying a million different impulses, ephemeral action, action subjected to every possible and imaginable contingency and contradiction.
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Jealousy Lying Volcano
It seemed to me that I was coming out of a suffocating nightmare and that the low clouds flying before the wind were the shreds of an evil dream.
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Dream Evil Seem Shread
My poor life This shawl Frayed on strongboxes full of gold I roll along with Dream And smoke And the only flame in the universe
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Animal Jungle Men Selfishness
Only a soul full of despair can ever attain serenity and, to be in despair, you must have loved a good deal and still love the world.
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Despair Serenity Soul
I used the word ‘prose’ in the Trans-Siberian in the early Latin sense of prosa dictu. Poem seemed to me too pretentious, too narrow. Prose is more open, popular.
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Latin Pretentious Used
One’s life, from being an exterior thing, grows inwards. Its intensity stays the same; and, d’you know, it’s most mysterious, the corners in which the joy of living can sometimes hide away.
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Joy Mysterious Sometimes
Life. Life is crime, theft, jealousy, hunger, lies, disgust,stupidity, sickness, volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, piles of corpses. what can you do about it, my poor friend?
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Earthquake Friend Sickness Volcanic
Science is history arranged according to the superstition and taste of the moment. The vocabulary of scholars has no wit, no salt. These heavy tomes have no soul, they are filled with distress.
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Soul Superstitions Vocabulary
The single fact of existing is already a true happiness.
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Facts True Happiness
Writing is to descend like a miner to the depths of the mine with a lamp on your forehead, a light whose dubious brightness falsifies everything, whose wick is in permanent danger of explosion, whose blinking illumination in the coal dust exhausts and corrodes your eyes.
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Brightness Eye Light Wick Writing
A writer should never install himself before a panorama, however grandiose it may be.
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May Panorama Should Writer
I’m not an extraordinary worker, I’m an extraordinary daydreamer. I exceed all my fantasies-even that of writing.
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Fantasy Workers Writing

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