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"Passing beneath the dance hall, thinking again of this book, I realized suddenly that our life had come to an end: I realized that the book I was planning was nothing more than a tomb in which to bury her - and the me which had belonged to her. That was some time ago, and ever since I have been trying to write it. Why is it so difficult? Why? Because the idea of an "end" is intolerable to me."
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"I'm the end of the line; absurd and appalling as it may seem, serious New York theater has died in my lifetime."

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"Example moves the world more than doctrine. The great exemplars are the poets of action, and it makes little difference whether they be forces for good or forces for evil."

"I had a microscopic eye for the blemish, for the grain of ugliness which to me constituted the sole beauty of the object."

"Our own physical body possesses a wisdom which we who inhabit the body lack. We give it orders which make no sense."

"Destiny is what you are supposed to do in life. Fate is what kicks you in the ass to make you do it."

"The Teutons have been singing the swan song ever since they entered the ranks of history. They have always confounded truth with death."

"I wanted to feel the blood running back into my veins, even at the cost of annihilation. I wanted to shake the stone and light out of my system. I wanted the dark fecundity of nature, the deep well of the womb, silence, or else the lapping of the black waters of death. I wanted to be that night which the remorseless eye illuminated, a night diapered with stars and trailing comets. To be of night so frighteningly silent, so utterly incomprehensible and eloquent at the same time. Never more to speak or to listen or to think."
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