The Green Room; dir. by François Truffaut, 1978

Der allerschlimmste Feind für mich bin ich.

Er hatte sich vergeudet. Es war, als wäre er verglüht.

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People will do anything, no matter how absurd, in order to avoid facing their own souls. They will practice Indian yoga and all its exercises, observe a strict regimen of diet, learn the literature of the whole world — all because they cannot get on with themselves and have not the slightest faith that anything useful could ever come out of their own souls.

— Carl Jung

Remembering is only a new form of suffering.

— Charles Baudelaire

We called it Voight Kampff for short.

We lived harder. Knew better. But we laughed anyway. Laughed because there was nothing else to do but give up.

— Michelle Hodkin

back in bed.

Memory has always been fundamental for me. In fact, remembering what I had forgotten is the way most of the poems get started. At the best times, something wakens, there's an almost physical quickening.

— Seamus Heaney

From Paris; with love ...

But why not be silent, patient, and watchful like a photographer? And why not admit the underlying fact? Photography tends to show, to describe, much more than it can explain.

— Michael Almereyda

Wenn zu meiner Zeit jemand Halloween gesagt hat,
dann war das Eduard Zimmermann zu Peter Nidetzky.

[Heavy rotation.]

The beauty you see in me is a reflection of you.

— Rumi

Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again.

— Willa Cather

Wellenfeldsynthese

Lots of people want to run away, but the ones who really do rarely announce it beforehand: They just go.

— Marieke Lucas Rijneveld

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Talking to yourself — that's actually more listening than speaking.

— Wim Wenders

[Feel the Juche; thank.]

The art is not one of forgetting but letting go. And when everything else is gone, you can be rich in loss.

— Rebecca Solnit

See you Sunday, 1975

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People leave in so many different ways. People go nuts. They abandon you. They stop liking you. They get lost in their own worlds and they never come back. Or they simply give up. And yes, they die.

— Douglas Coupland

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Lonely, ain't it? Yes. But my lonely is mine. Now your lonely is somebody else's. Made by somebody else and handed to you. Ain't that something? A secondhand lonely.

— Toni Morrison

This is no world for gentle people.

― Yasunari Kawabata

[Heavy rotation.]

Das sind die Thorheiten einer Regierung, die weder zu einer Außenpolitik, noch zu einer Strategie fähig ist.

— Peter Scholl-Latour

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