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I am who I am. A coincidence no less unthinkable than any other.

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
I don’t know the role I’m playing. I only know it’s mine, non-convertible.
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Myself Play Role
Somewhere out there the world must have an end.
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Cosmos End Space World
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
Dying – you can’t do that to a cat.
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Animal Cat Death Yourself
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’m fighting against the bad poet who is prone to using too many words.
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Bad Fight Myself Poet Word
I’m drowning in papers.
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Drown Myself One Liner Paper Poet
Any knowledge that doesn’t lead to new questions quickly dies out: it fails to maintain the temperature required for sustaining life.
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Knowledge Leadership Life Maintain Question Temperature
The joy of writing. The power of preserving. Revenge of a mortal hand.
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Hands Joy Mortal Perseverance Power Revenge Writing
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
Memory at last has what I sought.
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Last Memories Myself Thinking
There’s simply too much fuss about myself.
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Confusion Mess Myself Simplicity
Every beginning is only a sequel, after all, and the book of events is always open halfway through.
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Beginning Book Half Myself Open
When it comes, you’ll be dreaming that you don’t need to breathe; that breathless silence is the music of the dark and it’s part of the rhythm to vanish like a spark.
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Breathe Darkness Dreams Music Need Rhythm Spark
I’m working on the world, revised, improved edition, featuring fun for fools blues for brooders, combs for bald pates, tricks for old dogs.
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Dog Edition Myself Old Revision Work World

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