The writer's job is to get the main character up a tree, and then once they are up there, throw rocks at them.

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I have no desires, save the desire to express myself in defiance of all the world’s muteness.

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Perhaps, somewhere, some day, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again.

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Let all of life be an unfettered howl.

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

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Genius is an African who dreams up snow.

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The contemplation of beauty, whether it be a uniquely tinted sunset, a radiant face, or a work of art, makes us glance back unwittingly at our personal past and juxtapose ourselves and our inner being with the utterly unattainable beauty revealed to us.

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

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Curiosity is insubordination in its purest form.

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Do not be angry with the rain; it simply does not know how to fall upwards.

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