No bad man can be a good poet.
BORIS PASTERNAKLiterature is the art of discovering something extraordinary about ordinary people, and saying with ordinary words something extraordinary.
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I am caught like a beast at bay. Somewhere are people, freedom, light, But all I hear is the baying of the pack, There is no way out for me.
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Literature is the art of discovering something extraordinary about ordinary people, and saying with ordinary words something extraordinary.
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You fall into my arms. You are the good gift of destruction’s path, When life sickens more than disease And boldness is the root of beauty – Which draws us together.
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You are eternity’s hostage A captive of mine.
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Departure beyond the borders of my country is for me equivalent to death.
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I love you wildly, insanely, infinitely.
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Failure to love is almost like murder.
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Man is born to live, not to prepare for life.
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It is no longer possible for lyric poetry to express the immensity of our experience. Life has grown too cumbersome, too complicated. We have acquired values which are best expressed in prose.
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You and I, it’s as though we have been taught to kiss in heaven and sent down to earth together, to see if we know what we were taught.
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That’s metaphysics, my dear fellow. It’s forbidden me by my doctor, my stomach won’t take it.
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Salvation lies not in the faithfulness to forms, but in the liberation from them.
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During the last years of Mayakovski’s life, when all poetry had ceased to exist . . . literature had stopped.
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No deep and strong feeling, such as we may come across here and there in the world, is unmixed with compassion. The more we love, the more the object of our love seems to us to be a victim.
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Oh, what a love it was, utterly free, unique, like nothing else on earth! Their thoughts were like other people’s songs.
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