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On the one hand our everyday existence was quite pleasant, we had a superb apartment, love -and then once a month there was a new trap to set, different situations to deal with, new sensory experiences, fresh smells, exotically tasty deliveries

A Mobile Crisis Intervention Unit arrived and they're the ones who revived me. I felt woozy. The policeman with them said, 'You should call the Society for the Protection of Animals Instead!

When I picked up my uniform, I noticed it was bloodstained. I dropped it immediately, in disgust. It plopped swiftly when it hit the floor. Honore had cut my little guinea pig's throat and put the body in the front pocket of my smock.

The bloodletting has done me some good after all

There is no helping humanity in our world which has been a hypocrisy for centuries.

.....Goethe said that he, who in building himself up to be so great, as he was now, had utterly destroyed everything else near him and around him. He hadn't lifted up Germany but had destroyed it. The eyes of the world, however, are blind to these thoughts. He, Goethe, drew on everything he had in order to annihilate, to create misery in the deepest sense.

I believe that it is really only to involuntary memories that the artist should go for the raw material of his work.

...reading is merely the noblest of distractions, above all the most ennobling, for reading and knowledge alone makes for a 'well-mannered mind'.

It is through those eyes, closed for ever in the depths of the grave, that generations yet unborn will see nature

Communism wrought the greatest destruction upon people's consciousness. People do not want to work well and live well. They want to work badly and live badly. And there's the whole truth for you.

This is Homo sovieticus- he is not what he is because of any particular consciousness or attitude; his sole social determinant is membership in the Soviet state. Now, after the fall of this state, such people are searching for a new identity (those, that is, who even stop to think about this at all).

The Western democrat and the Moscow democrat are possessed of two entirely different mindsets.

And now I knew that this old giant of a bricklayer in the lime-whitened clothes was God in disguise.....

Nothing. Nothing but the empty echo of memory and the resonant silence of the cave; the sound of silence, the silence of time. The light of darkness. The water of dream. Water.

Emerence no longer wished to live, because we'd destroyed the framework of her life and the legend attached to her name.

Viola is long dead, but I retain many images of him.

Experience had taught me never to cross-examine her, she'd only take fright and reveal less.

The block-system rattled, a red circle there jerked and changed to white, and I pulled out the key from the board and ran out on to the platform, into the alcove where the signal levers were.

Nothing, nothing! At last, there is nothing.

Human life confronts itself from one side of the globe to the other and speaks to itself in its entirety through books and culture. In short term, the loss in quality is evident, yet this cannot be remedied by restoring the narrow humanism of the classical period.

'He must have got stage fright'

He was drained of himself, contaminated by death, driven out of his body by the dead men he had been dressing in his clothes, as he slipped into theirs.

In class Alexei notices rapid chess moves being made: his fellow pupils change places so as not to sit next to him. "They are casting,' he thinks bitterly.

Liberty alone draws men from their isolation; but slavery dominates a crowd of solitudes. And art, by virtue of that free essence I have tried to define, unites whereas tyranny separates.

The doubt felt by the artists who preceded us concerned their own talent. The doubt felt by the artists of today concerns the necessity of their art, hence their very existence.

Without freedom, no art; art live only on the restraints in it imposes on itself, and dies of all others. But without freedom, no socialism either, except the socialism of the gallows.

I am one of those who long for the Hungarian people to take up arms again in an uprising doomed to be crushed under the eyes of an international society that will spare neither applause nor virtuous tears returning to their slippers like football enthusiasts on Saturday evening after a big game.

The task of men of culture and faith, in any case, is not to desert historical struggles nor to serve the cruel and inhuman elements in those struggles. It is rather to remain what they are, to help man against what is oppressing him, to favor freedom against the fatalities that close in upon it.

A pessimistic philosophy is by its essence a philosophy of discouragement, and those who don't believe that the world is good are therefore said to be willing to serve tyranny.

Welcome to thee,
O sword of eternity!
Through Buddha
And through Dharuma alike
Thou hast cleft thy way.