My life, my life, now I speak of it as of something over, now as of a joke which still goes on, and it is neither, for at the same time it is over and it goes on, and is there any tense for that? Watch wound and buried by the watchmaker, before he died, whose ruined works will one day speak of God, to the worms.

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How long have I been here, what a question, I've often wondered. And often I could answer, An hour, a month, a year, a century, depending on what I meant by here, and me, and being, and there I never went looking for extravagant meanings, there I never much varied, only the here would sometimes seem to vary.

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There�s my life, why not, it is one, if you like, if you must, I don�t say no, this evening. There has to be one, it seems, once there is speech, no need of a story, a story is not compulsory, just a life, that�s the mistake I made, one of the mistakes, to have wanted a story for myself, whereas life alone is enough.

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It is useless not to seek, not to want, for when you cease to seek you start to find, and when you cease to want, then life begins to ram her fish and chips down your gullet until you puke, and then the puke down your gullet until you puke the puke, and then the puked puke until you begin to like it.

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Let us not waste our time in idle discourse! Let us do something, while we have the chance! It is not every day that we are needed�.To all mankind they were addressed, those cries for help still ringing in our ears! But at this place, at this moment of time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not. Let us make the most of it, before it is too late!

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Do you believe in the life to come? Mine was always that.

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Live and invent. I have tried. I must have tried. Invent. It is not the word. Neither is to live. No matter. I have tried. (...) I say living without knowing what it is. I tried to live without knowing what I was trying. Perhaps I have lived afterall, without knowing.

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If there is one question I dread, to which I have never been able to invent a satisfactory reply, it is the question what am I doing.

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It's so nice to know where you're going, in the early stages. It almost rids you of the wish to go there.

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There's no lack of void.

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