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"When the shadow of the sash appeared on the curtains it was between seven and eight oclock and then I was in time again, hearing the watch. It was Grandfather's and when Father gave it to me he said I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire; It's rather excruciatingly apt that you will use it to gain the reducto absurdum of all human experience which can fit your individual needs no better than it fitted his or his father's. I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all your breath trying to conquer it. Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools."



“I like silence, I have no problem with it...
and if you're going to break into it... just try to have a reason for doing it.”



"First I shut down the stars
because you said they ruled us
then I took out Mars
he was the cruelest
his lover followed suit
by way of suicide
while the others stood in silence
as I dealt out peace of mind."



"What distuingishes the artist from the dilettante? Only the pain the artist feels. The dilettante looks only for pleasure in art." - Odilon Redon



“I was walking along the road with two friends
the sun was setting
I felt a breath of melancholy
suddenly the sky turned blood red
I stopped and leaned against the railing, deathly tired
looking out across the flaming clouds that hung like blood on a sword over the blue-black fjord and town
my friends walked on
I stood there trembling with fear
and I sensed a great, infinite scream pass through nature.”

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