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At Any Given Moment, I Open My Eyes And Exist.

Thought Itself Needs Words. It Runs On Them Like A Long Wire. And If It Loses The Habit Of Words, Little By Little It Becomes Shapeless, Somber.

Nobody Is Bound By Any Obligation Unless It Has First Been Freely Accepted.

The First Temptation, Upon Meeting An Old Friend After Many Years, Is Always To - Look The Other Way.

We Know Well Enough When We're Being Unjust And Despicable. But We Don't Restrain Ourselves Because We Experience A Certain Pleasure, A Primitive Sort Of Satisfaction In Moments Like That.