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Who Cares About Great Marks Left Behind? We Have One Life... Just One. Our Life. We Have Nothing Else.

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.

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.

At Any Given Moment, I Open My Eyes And Exist. And Before That, During All Eternity, What Was There? Nothing.

When You Put A Man And A Woman Together, There Are Some Things They Simply Have To Do. They Embrace, They Warm Each Other. All The Rest Is Dead And Empty.