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You Are Never Truly Together With One You Love Until The Person In Question Is Dead And Actually Inside You.

What Can You Do. You Get A Name, You're Called 'thomas Bernhard', And It Stays That Way For The Rest Of Your Life. And If At Some Point You Go For A Walk In The Woods, And Someone Takes A Photo Of You, Then For The Next Eighty Years You're Always Walking In The Woods. There's Nothing You Can Do About It.

I Really Only Write About Inner Landscapes And Most People Don't See Them, Because They See Practically Nothing Within, Because They Think That Because It's Inside, It's Dark, And So They Don't See Anything. I Don't Think I've Ever Yet, In Any Of My Books, Described A Landscape. There's Really Nothing Of The Kind In Any Of Them. I Only Ever Write Concepts. And So I'm Always Referring To "mountains" Or "a City" Or "streets." But As To How They Look: I've Never Produced A Description Of A Landscape. That's Never Even Interested Me.

Everything Is Ridiculous If One Thinks Of Death

In Theory We Understand People, But In Practice We Can't Put Up With Them, I Thought, Deal With Them For The Most Part Reluctantly And Always Treat Them From Our Point Of View. We Should Observe And Treat People Not From Our Point Of View But From All Angles, I Thought, Associate With Them In Such A Way That We Can Say We Associate With Them So To Speak In A Completely Unbiased Way, Which However Isn't Possible, Since We Actually Are Always Biased Against Everybody.