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— Franz Kafka"A picture of my existence... would show a useless wooden stake covered in snow... stuck loosely at a slant in the ground in a ploughed field on the edge of a vast open plain on a dark winter night."
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They just hate it when people make love. And then they'll go to a fistfight where somebody's really hurt and all covered with bloodand they'll just love that. Or a war and stuff like that. They're all mixed up and they're trying to take it out on you so you get mixed up too.
— Robert M. Pirsig
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Human life, like all inferior goods, is covered on the outside with a false glitter; what suffers always conceals itself.
— Arthur Schopenhauer
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