...to create was a fundament, to appreciate, a supplement. Once created, the creature was separate from the creator, and needed no seconding to fully exist.
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For fate may hang on any moment and at any moment be changed.
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I think that cadaver is only the ideal self run mad, and if the other life, the secret life, could be found and brought home, then a person might live in peace and have no need for God. After all, He has no need for us, being complete.
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Language always betrays us, tells the truth when we want to lie, and dissolves into formlessness when we would most like to be precise.
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It is a true saying, that what you fear you find.
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Are we all living like this? Two lives, the ideal outer life and the inner imaginative life where we keep our secrets?
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And so, from the first, we separated our pleasure. She lay on the rug and I lay at right angles to her so that only our lips might meet. Kissing in this way is the strangest of distractions. The greedy body that clamors for satisfaction is forced to content itself with a single sensation and, just as the blind hear more acutely and the deaf can feel the grass grow, so the mouth becomes the focus of love and all things pass through it and are re-defined. It is a sweet and precise torture.
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When a woman gives birth her waters break and she pours out the child and the child runs free.
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Every journey conceals another journey within its lines: the path not taken and the forgotten angle.
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Islands are metaphors of the heart, no matter what poet says otherwise.
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