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The Individualists Stare Into Each Other's Eyes And Yet Deny The Existence Of Each Other.

We Make Each Other Alive; It Doesn’t Make A Difference If It Hurts.

I Am Very Much Aware Of My Own Double Self... The Well-known One Is Very Under Control; Everything Is Planned And Very Secure. The Unknown One Can Be Very Unpleasant. I Think This Side Is Responsible For All The Creative Work - He Is In Touch With The Child.

Growing Older Is Like Climbing A Mountain: The Higher You Get, The More Strength You Need, But The Further You See.

Then I Felt That Every Inflection Of My Voice, Every Word In My Mouth, Was A Lie, A Play Whose Sole Purpose Was To Cover Emptiness And Boredom. There Was Only One Way I Could Avoid A State Of Despair And A Breakdown. To Be Silent. And To Reach Behind The Silence For Clarity Or At Least Try To Collect The Resources That Might Still Be Available To Me.