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„Действие — это не жизнь, а способ растрачивать силу, раздражение нервов. Мораль — это слабость мозгов.“

„Ненависть, тебе доверил я свое сокровище“

„Теперь я проклят, родина внушает мне отвращение. Лучше всего пьяный сон, на прибрежном песке.“

„Бесконечный фарс! Меня заставляет плакать моя невинность. Жизнь — это фарс, который играют все.“

„Жизнь сурова, одичание просто. Крышку гроба поднять иссохшей рукой, сидеть, задыхаться. Ни старости, ни опасностей: ужас — это не по-французски.“

„Действительность была слишком тернистой для моей гордыни.“

„Я должен был путешествовать, чтобы развеять чары, нависшие над моими мозгами. Над морем, которое так я любил, — словно ему полагалось смыть с меня грязь.“

„Тонкой музыки не хватает нашим желаньям.“

„Страдания безмерны, но нужно быть сильным, быть от рождения поэтом, а я сознаю себя поэтом… Я тот, кто создаст Бога.“

„Рука с пером — чета руке, что на плуге.“

“I'm intact, and I don't give a damn.”

“I believe I am in Hell, therefore I am.”

“A thousand Dreams within me softly burn”

“Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.”

“Love… no such thing.

Whatever it is that binds families and married couples together, that's not love. That's stupidity or selfishness or fear. Love doesn't exist.

Self interest exists, attachment based on personal gain exists, complacency exists. But not love. Love has to be reinvented, that’s certain.”

“I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent”

“I shed more tears than God could ever have required.”

“But I've just noticed that my mind is asleep.”

“Eternity is the sun
mixed
with the sea”

“I could never throw Love out of the window.”

“I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.”

“In the morning I had a look so lost, a face so dead, that perhaps those whom I met.”

“True life is elsewhere”

“Unhappiness was my god.”

“True alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.”

“A thousand Dreams within me softly burn:
From time to time my heart is like some oak
Whose blood runs golden where a branch is torn.”

“I is another.”

“I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; Garlands from window to window; Golden chains from star to star… And I dance.”

“Then you'll feel your cheek scratched…
A little kiss, like a crazy spider,
Will run round your neck…

And you'll say to me : "Find it!" bending your head
- And we'll take a long time to find that creature
- Which travels a lot…”

“One evening, I sat Beauty in my lap. — And I found her bitter. — And I cursed her.”

“Now I am an outcast. I loathe my country. The best thing for me is a drunken sleep on the beach.”

“What am I doing here?”

“Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.”

“But the problem is to make the soul into a monster”

“Come from forever, and you will go everywhere.”

“I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.”

“Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? - Through whose blood am I to wade?”

“As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.”

“The wolf howled under the leaves
And spit out the prettiest feathers
Of his meal of fowl:
Like him I consume myself.”