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Every beginning is only a sequel, after all, and the book of events is always open halfway through.

Wislawa Szymborska

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Whatever inspiration is, it’s born from a continuous “I don’t know.
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Born Inspirational Myself Unknown
Their faith will make it easier for them to live and die.
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Death Easy Faith Live
In every tragedy, an element of comedy is preserved. Comedy is just tragedy reversed.
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Comedy Element Preserve Tragedy
Life lasts but a few scratches of the claw in the sand.
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Land Life Scratch Time
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
I cannot imagine any writer who would not fight for his peace and quiet.
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Fight Himself Imagination Myself Peace Quiet
I am a tarsier and a tarsier’s son, the grandson and great-grandson of tarsiers, a tiny creature, made up of two pupils and whatever simply could not be left out.
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Creature Myself Simplicity Son
I am who I am. A coincidence no less unthinkable than any other.
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Myself Personality Thinking
Dying – you can’t do that to a cat.
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Animal Cat Death Yourself
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
Secret codes resound. Doubts and intentions come to light.
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Code Light Secret
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 drowning in papers.
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Drown Myself One Liner Paper Poet
My choices are rejections, since there is no other way, but what I reject is more numerous, denser, more demanding than before. A little poem, a sigh, at the cost of indescribable losses.
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Choice Demand Loss Myself Rejection Way
There is so much Everything that Nothing is hidden quite nicely.
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Deep Hide Quite Spiritual
When I pronounce the word Future, the first syllable already belongs to the past. When I pronounce the word Silence, I destroy it.
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Destroy Future Myself Past Silence Word

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