Time is rhythm: the insect rhythm of a warm humid night, brain ripple, breathing, the drum in my temple—these are our faithful timekeepers; and reason corrects the feverish beat.

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I talk in a daze, I walk in a maze I cannot get out, said the starling

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Nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it.

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For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me.

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...in my dreams the world would come alive, becoming so captivatingly majestic, free and ethereal, that afterwards it would be oppressive to breathe the dust of this painted life.

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For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me. With every acquaintance I make, the population of phantoms resembling me increases. Somewhere they live, somewhere they multiply. I alone do not exist.

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Curiosity is insubordination in its purest form.

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Genius is an African who dreams up snow.

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A certain man once lost a diamond cuff-link in the wide blue sea, and twenty years later, on the exact day, a Friday apparently, he was eating a large fish - but there was no diamond inside. That’s what I like about coincidence.

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We live not only in a world of thoughts, but also in a world of things. Words without experience are meaningless.

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