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“His life was focused on each single day. For him each night meant a void, a grave, extinction. The capacity to lay oneself down to die at the end of every day, without thinking anything of it, was something he had not yet acquired.”
― Robert Musil, The Confusions of Young Törless

“One can’t live one’s whole life in desperation. In the end the body rebels, the pain becomes unbearable, lucidity gushes out in great cold spurts.”
― Roberto Bolaño, The Savage Detectives

“His was a battlefield without glory, a battlefield where none could display deeds of valour: it was the front line of the spirit.”
― Yukio Mishima, Death in Midsummer and Other Stories