Hallo?

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Things will be better when everybody’s gone. They will? Sure they will. Better for who? Everybody.

Everybody. Sure. We’ll all be better off. We’ll all breathe easier. That’s good to know. Yes it is. When we’re all gone at last then there’ll be nobody here but death and his days will be numbered too. He’ll be out in the road there with nothing to do and nobody to do it to. He’ll say: Where did everybody go? And that’s how it will be. What’s wrong with that?

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"Who has never killed an hour? Not casually or without thought, but carefully: a premeditated murder of minutes. The violence comes from a combination of giving up, not caring, and a resignation that getting past it is all you can hope to accomplish. So you kill the hour. You do not work, you do not read, you do not daydream. If you sleep it is not because you need to sleep. And when at last it is over, there is no evidence: no weapon, no blood, and no body. The only clue might be the shadows beneath your eyes or a terribly thin line near the corner of your mouth indicating something has been suffered, that in the privacy of your life you have lost something and the loss is too empty to share."

"Life, by definition, is never still. Where is it going? From birth to death, with no stops on the way."

"There are some things one remembers even though they may never have happened. There are things I remember which may never have happened but as I recall them so they take place."

"You don’t have a soul. You are a soul. You have a body."