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All the untidy activity continues,
awful but cheerful.
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All the untidy activity continues,
awful but cheerful.
One day when I was twenty-three or twenty-four this sentence seemed to form in my head, without my willing it, much as sentences form when we are half-asleep: "Hammer your thoughts into unity." For days I could think of nothing else, and for years I tested all I did by that sentence.
Deprived of human intercourse, I inevitably overvalue the imagination and expect it to make the mundane glow with an aura of self-transcendence. Yet why these glorious sunsets, I ask myself, if nature does not speak to us with tongues of fire.
I like narrative storytelling as being part of a tradition, a folk tradition.
Let us have a dagger between our teeth, a bomb in our hands and an infinite scorn in our hearts.
I write everything on a xylophone!
Nor do I hear in my imagination the parts successively, I hear them all at once. What a delight this is! All this inventing, this producing, takes place in a pleasing, lively dream.
Today everyone is a star - they're all billed as 'starring'or 'also starring'. In my day, we earned that recognition.
How many, once lauded in song, are given over to the forgotten; and how many who sung their praises are clean gone long ago!
All I insist on, and nothing else, is that you should show the whole world that you are not afraid. Be silent, if you choose; but when it is necessary, speak—and speak in such a way that people will remember it.