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I'd read Sun Tzu's The Art of War. My favorite strategy is to feign inferiority and encourage my enemy's arragonce.

Sometimes I feel like a windup doll, like I have to reach behind and turn my golden key to produce a greeting, a laugh, whatever the socially acceptable reaction should be.

In the beginning was real time. A woman enters a garden that is bursting with color. She has no memory, only a burgeoning curiosity. She approaches the man. He is not curious. He stands before a tree. Within the tree is a word that becomes a name. He receives the name of every living thing. At one with the present he has neither ambition nor dream. The woman reaches toward him, gripped by the mystery of sensation.

On March 23, 1950, Italian poet Cesare Pavese wrote: "Love is truly the great manifesto; the urge to be, to count for something, and if death must come, to die valiantly, with acclamation-in short, to remain a memory."

"Let me ask you something. Do you think there's such a thing as a perfect day?"

"What?"

"A perfect day. Start to finish. When nothing terrible or sad or ordinary happens. Do you think it's possible?"

"I don't know."

"Have you ever had one?"

"No."

"I've never had one either, but I'm looking for it."

But we must add 'in a complete life'. For one swallow does not make a summer, nor does one day; and so too one day, or a short time, does not make a man blessed and happy.

I was stupid to think I could escape the past. However fast I run, however far: I will never outrun it.

Life is not a paragraph and death is no parenthesis.

Life is not a paragraph and death is no parenthesis.