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Franz Kafka
“Every thing you love is very likely to be lost, but in the end, love will return in a different way.”
Franz Kafka, Kafka's Selected Stories: A Norton Critical Edition

Charles Bukowski
“I've never been lonely. I've been in a room -- I've felt suicidal. I've been depressed. I've felt awful -- awful beyond all -- but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me...or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness is something I've never been bothered with because I've always had this terrible itch for solitude. It's being at a party, or at a stadium full of people cheering for something, that I might feel loneliness. I'll quote Ibsen, "The strongest men are the most alone." I've never thought, "Well, some beautiful blonde will come in here and give me a fuck-job, rub my balls, and I'll feel good." No, that won't help. You know the typical crowd, "Wow, it's Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there?" Well, yeah. Because there's nothing out there. It's stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people. Let them stupidify themselves. I've never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night. I hid in bars, because I didn't want to hide in factories. That's all. Sorry for all the millions, but I've never been lonely. I like myself. I'm the best form of entertainment I have. Let's drink more wine!”
Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski
“Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?”
Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski
“I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love.”
Charles Bukowski, What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire

George Orwell
“Nothing was your own except the few cubic centimetres inside your skull. ”
George Orwell, 1984

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