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“Goodness me, the clock has struck-
Alackday, and fuck my luck.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

“Death and birth are solitary experiences. We are born alone and we die alone. When we are expelled from the maternal womb, we begin the painful struggle that finally ends in death.”
― Octavio Paz

“I'd woken up early, and I took a long time getting ready to exist.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

“I suffer from life and from other people. I can’t look at reality face to face. Even the sun discourages and depresses me. Only at night and all alone, withdrawn, forgotten and lost, with no connection to anything real or useful — only then do I find myself and feel comforted.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

“I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can't see from the center.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, Player Piano

“Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion. I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward.”
― Kurt Vonnegut

“Sometimes I notice I'm demented, especially at sunset.”
― Jaroslav Hašek, The Good Soldier Švejk

“Put the coffee on, bubbles, I'm coming home”
― Richard Brautigan, Loading Mercury With a Pitchfork

“I can be by myself because I'm never lonely; I'm simply alone, living in my heavily populated solitude, a harum-scarum of infinity and eternity, and Infinity and Eternity seem to take a liking to the likes of me.”
― Bohumil Hrabal, Too Loud a Solitude

“For we are like olives: only when we are crushed do we yield what is best in us.” After”
― Bohumil Hrabal, Too Loud a Solitude

“A dog's spirit dies hard.”
― Mikhail Bulgakov, Heart of a Dog

“Why do smart people exist, if not to figure out convoluted problems?”
― Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master and Margarita

“I leave Sisyphus at the foot of the mountain. One always finds one's burden again. But Sisyphus teaches the higher fidelity that negates the gods and raises rocks. He too concludes that all is well. This universe henceforth without a master seems to him neither sterile nor futile. Each atom of that stone, each mineral flake of that night-filled mountain, in itself, forms a world. The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.”
― Albert Camus