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"The Tuesday scowls, the Wednesday growls, the Thursday curses, the Friday howls, the Saturday snores, the Sunday yawns, the Monday morns, the Monday morns. The whacks, the moans, the cracks, the groans, the welts, the squeaks, the belts, the shrieks, the pricks, the prayers, the kicks, the tears, the skelps, and the yelps."
"There's something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head."
"To restore silence is the role of objects."
"With all this darkness round me I feel less alone."
"Birth was the death of him."
"The time-state of attainment eliminates so accurately the time-state of aspiration, that the actual seems the inevitable, and, all conscious intellectual effort to reconstitute the invisible and unthinkable as a reality being fruitless, we are incapable of appreciating our joy by comparing it with our sorrow."
"In my head there are several windows, that I do know, but perhaps it is always the same one, open variously on the parading universe."
"Art has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in the clear and does not make clear"
"Not to want to say, not to know what you want to say, not to be able to say what you think you want to say, and never to stop saying, or hardly ever, that is the thing to keep in mind, even in the heat of composition."
"What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes."
"Humbly to ask a favour of people who are on the point of knocking your brains out sometimes produces good results."
"To have been always what I am - and so changed from what I was."
"What are we doing here, that is the question."
"All this business of a labour to accomplish, before I can end, of words to say, a truth to recover, in order to say it, before I can end, of an imposed task, once known, long neglected, finally forgotten, to perform, before I can be done with speaking, done with listening, I invented it all, in the hope it would console me, help me to go on, allow me to think of myself as somewhere on a road, moving, between a beginning and an end, gaining ground, losing ground, getting lost, but somehow in the long run making headway."
"Then I went back into the house and wrote, It is midnight. The rain is beating on the windows. It was not midnight. It was not raining."
"The whisky bears a grudge against the decanter."
"Watt had watched people smile and thought he understood how it was done."
"Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit."
"And what I have, what I am, is enough, was always enough for me, and as far as my dear little sweet little future is concerned I have no qualms, I have a good time coming."
"The sky sinks in the morning, this fact has been insufficiently observed."