The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.
T. S. ELIOTBooks. Cats. Life is good.
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I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.
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There is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you may evade, but Death you shall not.
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I can connect Nothing with nothing
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I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
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People to whom nothing has ever happened cannot understand the unimportance of events.
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In my end is my beginning.
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Success is relative. It is what we make of the mess we have made of things.
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Distracted from distraction by distraction
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April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
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Books. Cats. Life is good.
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These fragments I have shored against my ruins
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For last year’s words belong to last year’s language and next year’s words await another voice.
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Footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage we did not take, towards the door we never opened, into the rose garden.
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For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.
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Only by acceptance of the past, can you alter it
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