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"And this is the only immortality you and i may share, my Lolita."
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"That man has reached immortality who is disturbed by nothing material."
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"Please, please, help me grow to be like them, the ones'll soon be here, who never grow old, can't die, that's what they say, can't die, no matter what, or maybe they died a long time ago but Cecy calls, and Mother and Father call, and Grandmere who only whispers, and now they're coming and I'm nothing, not like them who pass through walls and live in trees or live underneath until seventeen-year rains flood them up and out, and the ones who run in packs, let me be the one! If they live forever, why not me?"
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"Death. It was something I had to think about once. Weird, right? Strange that death was ever an inevitable end, but it wasn't anymore. Not really. I eluded it. Tricked it. It was an odd concept-the world aged, moved forward, yet I . . . didn't."
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"The battle with the gods thus hinges on our own mortality! Creativity is a yearning for immortality."
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"Hmph. Yes. Him. He had the nerve to turn down our offer of immortality and tell us to pay better attention to our children. Er, no offense. "Oh, how could I take offense? Please, go on ignoring me."
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"Immortality is really desirable, I guess. In terms of images, anyway."
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"If 10 years from now, when you are doing something quick and dirty, you suddenly visualize that I am looking over your shoulders and say to yourself: 'Dijkstra would not have liked this', well that would be enough immortality for me."
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"And this is the only immortality you and i may share, my Lolita."
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"And now the measure of my song is done: The work has reached its end; the book is mine, None shall unwrite these words: nor angry Jove, Nor war, nor fire, nor flood, Nor venomous time that eats our lives away. Then let that morning come, as come it will, When this disguise I carry shall be no more, And all the treacherous years of life undone, And yet my name shall rise to heavenly music, The deathless music of the circling stars. As long as Rome is the Eternal City These lines shall echo from the lips of men, As long as poetry speaks truth on earth, That immortality is mine to wear."
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"As the Self [Pure Soul], one never dies; it is only the beliefs that die."
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"All my stories are webs of style and none seems at first blush to contain much kinetic matter. For me style is matter."
Writing
"There are aphorisms that, like airplanes, stay up only while they are in motion."
Wisdom
"To play safe, I prefer to accept only one type of power: the power of art over trash, the triumph of magic over the brute."
Art
"Satire is a lesson, parody is a game."
Satire
"She is a great gobbler of books, but reads only trash, memorizing nothing and leaving out the longer descriptions."
Literature
"His life was a constant war with insensate objects that fell apart, or attacked him, or refused to function, or viciously got themselves lost as soon as they entered the sphere of his existence."
Frustration
"The evolution of sense is, in a sense, the evolution of nonsense."
Evolution
"I clearly understand, first, that the real human being is a poet and, second, that [the tyrant] is the incarnate negation of a poet."
Philosophy
"Some might think that the creativity, imagination, and flights of fancy that give my life meaning are insanity."
Fantasy
"Aunt Rosa, a fussy, angular, wild-eyed old lady, who had lived in a tremulous world of bad news, bankruptcies, train accidents, cancerous growths-until the Germans put her to death, together with all the people she had worried about."
History
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