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After the writer’s death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter.

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We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those we don’t like?
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Believe Explanation Luck
If it has to choose who is to be crucified, the crowd will always save Barabbas.
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Choice Death Kill Option Save Torture
I’ve always preferred mythology to history. History is truth that becomes an illusion. Mythology is an illusion that becomes reality.
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Deep Difference History Illusion Myth Mythology Perspective Reality Truth
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.
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Beginning Born Death Deep Life Myself Perspective Rush Walk
Elegance ceases to exist when it is noticed.
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Elegant Existence Notice
Film will only became an art when its materials are as inexpensive as pencil and paper.
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Artist Cost Material Money Movie
The public is never pleased with what we do, wanting always a copy of what we have done.
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Imitation Ourselves Public
I know that poetry is indispensable, but to what I could not say.
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Myself Poetry Talk
Every day in the mirror I watch death at work.
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Day Death Mirror Myself Work
Silence moves faster when it’s going backward.
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Fast Move One Liner Philosophy Silence
Poetry is a religion without hope. The poet exhausts himself in its service, knowing that, in the long run, a masterpiece is nothing but the performance of a trained dog on very shaky ground.
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Animal Dog Hope Performance Poetry Religion Service Training
Everything one does in life, even love, occurs in an express train racing toward death. To smoke opium is to get out of the train while it is still moving. It is to concern oneself with something other than life or death.
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Death Expression Life Love Oneself Training
I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.
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Animal Cat Enjoyment Home Love Myself Soul Visible
The extreme limit of wisdom, that’s what the public calls madness.
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Call Limitation Public Wisdom
Art is a marriage of the conscious and the unconscious.
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Art Conscious Deep Marriage Philosophy Spiritual
Living is a horizontal fall.
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Fall Live One Liner Perspective

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