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“Into the fire - and that's an end to it. It'll all burn and not a trace of me will remain on earth...'
Here, as if shocked by the sound of her own words, she made a vigorous movement. Leaning her elbow on the pillow, she lifted herself up and called out, panting quickly and heavily:
'Will there really be no trace, no trace at all?'
In her eyes, which suddenly became brighter, I saw the same uneasy, violent, and almost desperate question. And she tormented herself over it continuously for the next few days.
'Because if nothing, not one thing is left... then why... what's the point?”
― Eliza Orzeszkowa

“A relationship wants to destroy itself and will work toward this end. When two lovers first meet, a destructive sequence begins.”
― Matthew Revert, Basal Ganglia

“Man armed with science is like a baby with a box of matches.”
― J.B.S. Haldane, Daedalus

“To want nothing. Just to wait, until there is nothing left to wait for. Just to wander, and to sleep. To let yourself be carried along by the crowds, and the streets. To follow the gutters, the fences, the water’s edge. To walk the length of the embankments, to hug the walls. To waste your time. To have no projects, to feel no impatience. To be without desire, or resentment, or revolt.”
― Georges Perec, Things: A Story of the Sixties / A Man Asleep