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I don’t know the role I’m playing. I only know it’s mine, non-convertible.

Wislawa Szymborska

This terrifying world is not devoid of charms, of the mornings that make waking up worthwhile.
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Charm Morning Terrify Worth
God was finally going to believe in a man both good and strong, but good and strong are still two different men.
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Believe Different God Goodness Man Strong
At the very beginning of my creative life I loved humanity. I wanted to do something good for mankind. Soon I understood that it isn’t possible to save mankind.
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Beginning Creativity Humanity Kind Life Love Man Myself Understand
We’re extremely fortunate not to know precisely the kind of world we live in. One would have to live a long, long time, unquestionably longer than the world itself.
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Fortune Kind Live Precise Question World
Existentialists are monumentally and monotonously serious; they don’t like to joke.
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Boredom Existence Joke Monumental Serious
No one feels good at four in the morning. If ants feel good at four in the morning —three cheers for the ants.
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Feeling Good Morning Oneself
All is mine but nothing owned, nothing owned for memory, and mine only while I look.
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Memories Myself Search
I slide my arm from under the sleeper’s head and it is numb, full of swarming pins, on the tip of each, waiting to be counted, the fallen angels sit.
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Angel Count Head Myself Sleep
I prefer the absurdity of writing poems to the absurdity of not writing poems.
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Absurd Myself Poem Preference Writing
I’m old-fashioned and think that reading books is the most glorious pastime that humankind has yet devised.
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Book Fashion Myself Old Past Reading Thinking Time
Even the worst book can give us something to think about.
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Book Mindset Thinking Worst
Life lasts but a few scratches of the claw in the sand.
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Land Life Scratch Time
Dying – you can’t do that to a cat.
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Animal Cat Death Yourself
I prefer the hell of chaos to the hell of order.
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Chaos Hell Myself Order Preference
Sometimes I write quickly, sometimes I spend several weeks on a single poem. I would really love for readers not to be able to guess which of the poems took so much work!
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Myself Poem Quick Reading Time Work Writing
Animals don’t even try to look any different from what nature intended. They humbly wear their shells, scales, spines, plumes, pelts, and down. The conscious impulse to change one’s appearance is found only among humans.
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Animal Appearance Conscious Different Human Oneself Try

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