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“Is it possible that existence is our exile and nothingness our home?”
― Emil Cioran, Tears and Saints

“I'll walk where my own nature would be leading. It vexes me to choose another guide.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

“Yet again, the more you strive for some kind of perfection or mastery—in
morals, in art or in spirituality—the more you see that you are playing a
rarified and lofty form of the old ego-game, and that your attainment of
any height is apparent to yourself and to others only by contrast with
someone else's depth or failure.”
― Alan Wilson Watts, The Book: On the Taboo Against Knowing Who You Are

“The city is redundant: it repeats itself so that something will stick in the mind.

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Memory is redundant: it repeats signs so that the city can begin to exist.”
― Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities