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Never going to finish this colossal tome.

“Everything that happens is intrinsically like the man it happens to.”

You see the best in the worst of people, and the worst in the best of them.

80

“I have crossed the seas, I have left cities behind me,
and I have followed the source of rivers towards their
source or plunged into forests, always making for other
cities. I have had women, I have fought with men ; and
I could never turn back any more than a record can spin
in reverse. And all that was leading me where ?
To this very moment...”

The truth is that everyone is bored, and devotes himself to cultivating habits.

That a certain type of perfection can only be realized through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect. - 119

People are drawn deeper into tragedy not by their defects but by their virtues. - 214

'`When I grow up, I'll register with the cruelest party.' Questioned, she explains: `If my party is in power, I'll have nothing to fear and if it is the other, I'll suffer less since the party which will persecute me will be the less cruel one.' - Struck a chord.

Finding this really difficult to get into... May have to set this aside for the future.

Scribbles, novel and short story ideas. The inside of an author.
"The genius resembles everybody and none resemble him."

There is not one talent for living and another for creating. The same suffices for both. And one can be sure that the talent that could not produce but an artificial work could not sustain but a frivolous life.

The world, this absurd world, will stop being absurd; it is up to you alone. The world will be what you make it.

“An artist is always alone - if he is an artist. No, what the artist needs is loneliness.”

Walter Benjamin in his assessment of why people become writers: because they are unable to find a book already written which they are completely happy.

The problem with cliches is not that they contain false ideas, but rather that they are superficial articulations of very good ones.

It is the case with certain poets as with those distant stars whose light reaches us only a long time after the star is dead…

"Trust. It was a word that only liars used. A word the truthful had no need of."

But you can’t truly hate a man without loving him first, and there’s always a trace of that love left over.