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I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is.

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The only real number is one, the rest are mere repetition
Do not be angry with the rain; it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
Only one letter divides the comic from the cosmic.
Nostalgia in reverse, the longing for yet another strange land, grew especially strong in spring.
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.
Life is just one small piece of light between two eternal darknesses.
I shall continue to exist. I may assume other disguises, other forms, but I shall try to exist.
Because you took advantage of my disadvantage.
Resemblances are the shadows of differences. Different people see different similarities and similar differences.
There is nothing dictators hate so much as that unassailable, eternally elusive, eternally provoking gleam. One of the main reasons why the very gallant Russian poet Gumilev was put to death by Lenin's ruffians thirty odd years ago was that during the whole ordeal, in the prosecutor's dim office, in the torture house, in the winding corridors that led to the truck, in the truck that took him to the place of execution, and at that place itself, full of the shuffling feet of the clumsy and gloomy shooting squad, the poet kept smiling.