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After all, it is not where one washes one's neck that counts but where one moistens one's throat.
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Of course I think of the past and of Paris, what else is there to remember?
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We are adhering to life now with our last muscle -- the heart.
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There is always more surface to a shattered object than a whole.
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I'm a fart in a gale of wind, a humble violet, under a cow pat.
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Dreams have only the pigmentation of fact.
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The night is a skin pulled over the head of day that the day may be in torment.
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One's life is peculiar to one's own when one has invented it.
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Destiny and history are untidy.
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Life is not to be told, call it as loud as you like, it will not tell itself.
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