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The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.

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Sometimes things become possible if we want them bad enough.
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Bad Enough Possible
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
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Fear Myself Yourself
This is the way the world ends not with a bang but a whimper.
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End Theory World
Most of the evil in this world is done by people with good intentions.
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Evil Goodness Intention People World
The visible reminder of Invisible Light.
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God Light One Liner Prayer
Men dislike being awakened from their death in life.
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Death Deep Life Man
Whatever you think, be sure it is what you think; whatever you want, be sure that is what you want; whatever you feel, be sure that is what you feel.
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Be Yourself Feeling Self Love Thinking
It will do you no harm to find yourself ridiculous. Resign yourself to be the fool you are. We must always take risks. That is our destiny.
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Destiny Fools Harm Ourselves Risk Yourself
Time present and time past are both perhaps present in time future And time future contained in time past.
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Past Present Science Time
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.
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Myself Night Reading
I have measured out my life in coffee spoons.
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Life Myself
The very existence of libraries affords the best evidence that we may yet have hope for the future of man
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Best Evidence Existence Future Hope Library Man
Only by acceptance of the past, can you alter it
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Acceptance Past
This love is silent.
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Love One Liner Silence
We don’t actually fear death, we fear that no one will notice our absence, that we will disappear without a trace.
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Absence Death Fade Fear Ourselves
For last year’s words belong to last year’s language and next year’s words await another voice.
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