There are so many hammocks to catch you if you fall, so many laws to keep you from experience. All these cities I have been in the last few weeks make me fully understand the cozy, stifling state in which most people pass through life. I don't want to pass through life like a smooth plane ride. All you do is get to breathe and copulate and finally die. I don't want to go with the smooth skin and the calm brow. I hope I end up a blithering idiot cursing the sun - hallucinating, screaming, giving obscene and inane lectures on street corners and public parks. People will walk by and say, Look at that drooling idiot. What a basket case. I will turn and say to them It is you who are the basket case. For every moment you hated your job, cursed your wife and sold yourself to a dream that you didn't even conceive. For the times your soul screamed yes and you said no. For all of that. For your self-torture, I see the glowing eyes of the sun! The air talks to me! I am at all times! And maybe, the passers by will drop a coin into my cup.
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My music fights against the system that teaches to live and die.
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I walk the straight lines. I walk through the summer nights. I walk the silver rope of dreams. I walk through dawns of dawns. Theres not a lot that isnt dying. I see people parading in front of each other like insects in a killing jar, watching each other die. I walk the straight lines throught the Christ machines. Through the eyes of throwaway people. Through the wards and the shores and the cracks in the skulls of the sidewalks. Through loves howling vacancy. I am the freedom soil. I dig my own grave. I resurrect myself every night. I am all things to myself. I walk the straight lines. I walk the spiderss jailhouse. I walk the think line, the thin line, the white line and all the line in between. I wish I could trade in my eyes.
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Most people live and die with their music still unplayed. They never dare to try.
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The Indian knew how to live without wants, to suffer without complaint, and to die singing
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Someone has to die so that President Nixon won't be, and these are his words, 'the first President to lose a war.
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I wouldn't mind seeing opera die. Ever since I was a boy, I regarded opera as a ponderous anachronism, almost the equivalent of smoking
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The true past departs not, no truth or goodness realized by man ever dies, or can die; but all is still here, and, recognized or not, lives and works through endless change.
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If you can't get them to salute when they should salute and wear the clothes you tell them to wear, how are you going to get them to die for their country?
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.. The glorious memory of brave men is continually renewed; the fame of those who have performed any noble deed is never allowed to die; and the renown of those who have done good service to their country becomes a matter of common knowledge to the multitude, and part of the heritage of posterity.
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People live with their own idiosyncrasies and die of their own illnesses
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A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.
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If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that
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Make no little plans; they have no magic to stir men's blood and probably will themselves not be realized. Make big plans; aim high in hope and work, remembering that a noble, logical diagram once recorded will not die.
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Earl of Sandwhich... You shall either die of the pox or on the gallows<br/>John Wilkes... That sir depends on whether I embrace your mistress or your politics
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It is poverty to decide that a child must die so that you may live as you wish.
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It is better to be poor and live long than rich and die young
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If rich people could hire other people to die for them, the poor could make a wonderful living
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Born poor, but of honored and humble people, I am particularly proud to die poor.
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To stand upon ramparts and die for our principles is heroic, but to sally forth to battle and win for our principles is something more than heroic
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How could there be any question of acquiring or possessing, when the one thing needful for a man is to become -- to be at last, and to die in the fullness of his being.
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Why am I fighting to live, if I'm just living to fight<br/>Why am I trying to see, when there aint nothing in sight<br/>Why am I trying to give, when no one gives me a try<br/>Why am I dying to live, if I'm just living to die?<br/>someone tell me y
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Always read something that will make you look good if you die in the middle of it.
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I write for the same reason I breathe - because if I didn't, I would die.
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It is with regret that I pronounce the fatal truth: Louis ought to perish rather than a hundred thousand virtuous citizens; Louis must die that the country may live
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