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    Stanisław Lem
    “The only writers who have any peace are the ones who don't write. And there are some like that. They wallow in a sea of possibilities. To express a thought, you first have to limit it, and that means kill it. Every word I speak robs me of a thousand others, and every line I write means giving up another.”
    Stanisław Lem, Hospital of the Transfiguration

  • #2
    Jorge Luis Borges
    “And yet, and yet… Denying temporal succession, denying the self, denying the astronomical universe, are apparent desperations and secret consolations. Our destiny … is not frightful by being unreal; it is frightful because it is irreversible and iron-clad. Time is the substance I am made of. Time is a river which sweeps me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger which destroys me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire which consumes me, but I am the fire. The world, unfortunately, is real; I, unfortunately, am Borges.”
    Jorge Luis Borges

  • #3
    Theodor W. Adorno
    “Art is magic delivered from the lie of being truth.”
    Theodor Adorno

  • #4
    Theodor W. Adorno
    “Triviality is evil - triviality, that is, in the form of consciousness and mind that adapts itself to the world as it is, that obeys the principle of inertia. And this principle of inertia truly is what is radically evil.”
    Theodor W. Adorno, Metaphysics: Concept and Problems

  • #5
    Rachel Cusk
    “The human capacity for self-delusion is apparently infinite – and if that is the case, how are we ever meant to know, except by existing in a state of absolute pessimism, that once again we are fooling ourselves?”
    Rachel Cusk, Outline

  • #6
    Robert Walser
    “That is all very senseless, but this senselessness has a pretty mouth, and it smiles.”
    Robert Walser, Jakob von Gunten

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    Walter Benjamin
    “A generation that had gone to school on a horse-drawn streetcar now stood under the open sky in a countryside in which nothing remained unchanged but the clouds, and beneath these clouds, in a field of force of destructive torrents and explosions, was the tiny, fragile human body.”
    Walter Benjamin, Illuminations: Essays and Reflections



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