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"The cemetery is the home of those who are not here, come in."
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"A belief in hell and the knowledge that every ambition is doomed to frustration at the hands of a skeleton have never prevented the majority of human beings from behaving as though death were no more than an unfounded rumor."
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"If I die prematurely I shall be saved from being bored to death at my own success."
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"Death is the ultimate cessation of the individual Self."
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"Red sky at night, the city's alight."
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"Death is number one on the list of things that we wish were possible to leave behind when we escaped barbarism."
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"The character who was like me he died at 46, even it was 2008 year so far his name was David Foster Wallace."
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"Most people do not mind dying, as long as that does not happen today."
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"It's not morbid to talk about death. Most people don't worry about death, they worry about a bad death."
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"The consensus seemed to be that if really large numbers of men were sent to storm the mountain, then enough might survive the rocks to take the citadel. This is essentially the basis of all military thinking."
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"Attending a funeral would leave the average person insane, if they truly believed that sooner or later they are also going to die."
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"The satirist is prevented by repulsion from gaining a better knowledge of the world he is attracted to, yet he is forced by attraction to concern himself with the world that repels him."
Knowledge

"The catalogue of forms is endless: until every shape has found its city, new cities will continue to be born. When the forms exhaust their variety and come apart, the end of cities begins."
Urbanism

"Seek and learn to recognize who and what, in the midst of the inferno, are not inferno, then make them endure, give them space."
Strategy

"Nobody these days holds the written word in such high esteem as police states do."
Society

"Marco's answers and objections took their place in a discourse already proceeding on its own, in the Great Khan's head. That is to say, between the two of them it did not matter whether questions and solutions were uttered aloud or whether each of the two went on pondering in silence. In fact, they were silent, their eyes half-closed, reclining on cushions, swaying in hammocks, smoking long amber pipes.Marco Polo imagined answering (or Kublai Khan imagined his answer) that the more one was lost in unfamiliar quarters of distant cities, the more one understood the other cities he had crossed to arrive there."
Exploration

"Reading is solitude. One reads alone, even in another's presence."
Education

"The world was trying to change its old face and show its underbelly of earth and roots."
Environment

"How well I would write if I were not here! If between the white page and the writing of words and stories that take shape and disappear without anyone's ever writing them there were not interposed that uncomfortable partition which is my person! Style, taste, individual philosophy, subjectivity, cultural background, real experience, psychology, talent, tricks of the trade: all the elements that make what I write recognizable as mine seem to me a cage that restricts my possibilities. If I were only a hand, a severed hand that grasps a pen and writes...who would move this hand? The anonymous throng? The spirit of the times? The collective unconscious? I do not know."
Writing

"It was the hour in which objects lose the consistency of shadow that accompanies them during the night and gradually reacquire colors, but seem to cross meanwhile an uncertain limbo, faintly touched, just breathed on by light; the hour in which one is least certain of the world's existence."
Reflection

"I, on the contrary, have been convinced for some time that perfection is not produced except marginally and by chance; therefore it deserves no interest at all, the true nature of things being revealed only in disintegration."
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