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More Quotes by J. M. Coetzee
I’m going to end up in a hole in the ground... And so are you. So are we all.
Sleep is no longer a healing bath, a recuperation of vital forces, but an oblivion, a nightly brush with annihilation.
You are going to end up as one of those sad old men who poke around in rubbish bins.
A book should be an axe to chop open the frozen sea inside us.
Poetry speaks to you either at first sight or not at all. A flash of revelation and a flash of response.
If we are going to be kind, let it be out of simple generosity, not because we fear guilt or retribution.
I am not the we of anyone.
When all else fails, philosophize.
We must cultivate, all of us, a certain ignorance, a certain blindness, or society will not be tolerable.
Pain is truth; all else is subject to doubt.
