"O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark,
The vacant interstellar spaces, the vacant into the vacant,
The captains, merchant bankers, eminent men of letters,
The generous patrons of art, the statesmen and the rulers,
Distinguished civil servants, chairmen of many committees,
Industrial lords and petty contractors, all go into the dark."
— T.S. Eliot, “East Coker”
"You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts."
— Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet
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"Pitch-black winter nights live in my bones."
— Friedrich Nietzsche, from Selected Letters
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"Poetry is what happens
when nothing else
can."
— Charles Bukowski
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"Sometimes, maybe once a month, he would wake at an odd time in the night with a feeling close to panic. I’m never going anywhere, he would tell himself. I can struggle all I want, but I’m never going anywhere. Then, he would either force himself to go to his desk and write, or drink until he could no longer stay awake. Except for these times, he lived a quiet, untroubled life."
— “Honey Pie” - After the Quake - Haruki Murakami
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