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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

“In that case, I’ll miss the thing by waiting for it.”
― Franz Kafka

“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