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"We all have such fateful objects -- it may be a recurrent landscape in one case, a number in another -- carefully chosen by the gods to attract events of specific significance for us: here shall John always stumble; there shall Jane's heart always break."
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"Plot twist: everything goes exactly as planned."
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"When I read the ghastly lines of tragedy darkly penned into my life, I turn and notice that the pen in my hand is wet."
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"It is not in our power to determine our destiny."
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"Predetermined fate is the slogan of the incapable people; with better ideas, you can always have a better fate!"
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"The lieutenant-colonel realized for the first time what most people never realize about themselves--that he was not only a victim of outrageous fortune, but one of outrageous fortune's cruelest agents as well."
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"And who would dare write their own death into the script so that the rest of the characters in the tale might live? God of course."
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"Amor Fati " "Love Your Fate, which is in fact your life."
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"The Weird Sisters, hand in hand,Posters of the sea and land,Thus do go, about, about,Thrice to thine, thrice to mine,And thrice again to make up nine.Peace, the charm's wound up."
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"You mean it's my destiny? she said at last.Granny shrugged. Something like that. Probably. Who knows?"
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"If we really exist merely to fulfill God's plan: then life is a television drama; with God being the scriptwriter, the director, and, the audience."
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"I would like to spare the time and effort of hack reviewers and, generally, persons who move their lips when reading."
Time

"You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style."
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"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

"There is only one school of literature - that of talent."
Talent

"Genius is an African who dreams up snow."
Dream

"It's a pity one can't imagine what one can't compare to anything. Genius is an African who dreams up snow."
Dream

"My darling, what a cat they have! Something perfectly stupendous. Siamese, in colour dark beige, or taupe, with chocolate paws and the tail the same. Moreover, his tail is comparatively short, so his croup has something of a little dog, or rather, a kangaroo, and that's its colour, too. And that special silkiness of short fur, and some very tender white tints on its folds, and wonderful clear-blue eyes, turning transparently green towards evening, and a pensive tenderness of its walk, a sort of heavenly circumspection of movement. An amazing, sacred animal, and so quiet " it's unclear what he is looking at with those eyes filled to the brim with sapphire water."
Nature

"On such sunny, sad mornings I always feel in my bones that there is a chance yet of my not being excluded from Heaven, and that salvation may be granted to me despite the frozen mud and horror in my heart."
Spiritual

"Two silent time zones had now merged to form the standard time of one man's fate, and it is not impossible that the poet in New Wye and the thug in New York awoke that morning at the same crushed beat of their Timekeeper's stopwatch."
Fate

"And perhaps it was precisely because she knew nothing at all about chess that chess for her was not simply a parlor game or a pleasant pastime, but a mysterious art equal to all the recognized arts. She had never been in close contact with such people - there was no one to compare him with except those inspired eccentrics, musicians and poets whose image one knows as clearly and as vaguely as that of a Roman Emperor, an inquisitor or a comedy miser. Her memory contained a modest dimly lit gallery with a sequence of all the people who had in any way caught her fancy."
Art
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