Daycárd

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Mijn enige hoop is een hoop miserie

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Ik weet geen zin te verzinnen, en ik heb wel een punt maar ik maak hem niet. De stilte staart mij aan en de inkt verdrinkt in mijn verdriet.

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Not a woman but a wife
Not to a husband but to life

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I need an emergency entry

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Human honking like a car, that’s philosophy

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I’ve always lived on the side of the street with the odd house numbers, the view was always rather plain, the roofs always steep and old and the cats always skinny and shy

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Oh beloved world, mighty beauty that you are, so great and exalted you command my life, so great and exalted you redeem my death

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November can only get better with the taste of sweet coffee and the smell of fresh leather

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It isn’t just a pen and it isn’t just paper
we carve into a vaste white space, 
most flexible and stern, 
from a blood thinner but darker than our own, irreversible,
meaning in symbol and form, 
as though the letter lives, 
as though reading breaths in and writing breaths out,

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Neither heaven nor the distant past can show us who we are, the only question anthropology needs to know is who we would be if there reigned nothing but anarchy

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Americans act like they’ve never encountered a human outside of a movie
Russians act like they’ve never encountered a human outside of a book
Europeans act like they’ve never read a book or watched a movie

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Permanently reliving that split second between serenity and mayhem

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Vreemd genoeg toch vreemd gegaan

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Altijd om het leven gegeven and nooit om het leven gebracht; en stond ik voor de keuze tussen troon en treuzel koos ik nimmer voor de macht — want in mijn klein land, is niks to koninklijk als spijt en smacht.

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Sometimes like a model on a catwalk and sometimes like a starving child, the measure of truth is meagre and hollow

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A ghost in a city of corpses

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This is my frontline

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Oh Dieu, oh père, dites-moi quoi faire, comment je donne mon âme juste pour vous offrir ma chair?

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First Man builds a house and then he misses the sky
So he builds an airplane and learns how to fly
But then Man builds a tower, just a little bit too high
And now he learns that light was the only thing he liked

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My life’s first lessons were all about evil